After a few hours of taunting the bartender, Xanti got tired and bored, "...Screw it. I'm going home." He walked past a gas station, noticing a car there, "Hey, there's a coat hanger in there. I need it for some pseudo-masochistic cosplay... But I don't want to break the window, it's not that bad a car." He scratched his fuzzy chin, "Guess I'll camp out, jump the owner, and take the hanger. Or just ask."