John begins to understand the hole he - or rather, his voices - dug to himself. Themselves. Whatever. After failing to barter his pants before, AGAG believes it is prime time for another try, considering the trouble they're both in.
"Look guys," John says, "I know I messed up", he continued, as he's interrupted by Greg. "'Messed up' is an understatement! Give me one reason why I shouldn't call the fucking police!" Greg shouts, enraged, as his face turns to a shade or red. "But won't you like..." John slowly removes his pants, revealing a short boxer. "[i]THESE [/i]wonderful pants?" he introduces his pants, and begins to toy with them, as the other people around John feel like he's either a pervert or an insane person.

[i](You have a skill for that. Rolled 74. Success is 50-100)[/i]

One of the paramedics feels compassion towards John, and believes he's just a crazy guy sent to a world that doesn't want him there. "Okay, fine", he says reluctantly, as John gives him his pants, and everyone else looks stunned. "Let him go. He's harmless." he attempts to convince Greg.
Greg sighs and thinks for a second. Mind you, John is now pants-less. "Pfft, fuck it. Don't want to mess with those po-po anyways", he concludes. "Now get the hell out of my sight before I change my fucking mind", he commands John. 
John promptly says "Thank you, Greg!" and runs off to the street...