Haven't Paid

"Okay," she says.  "I understand.  I think I saw King Putt over by the Mutton stand."

"Thanks!" you say.  "I'll be right back when I find him."

You head over to the Mutton stand, which you see is just a row of Pitt Cola machines under an awning.  You see a pimply-faced kid in a purple cape and a plastic crown trying to get one to take a ratty dollar.

"Are you King Putt?" you ask.

"We are the royal majesty King Putt!" the kid says.

"I'd like-" you start to ask.

"Forsooth!  Zounds!" he says.  "We shall not hear petitions until we have gotten a royal cola!  Havest thee a dollar?"

"No," you say.  "I only have a ten."

"Then we shall not help thee!" he says.

What do you want to do?

Insist that he lets you pay.

Promise to put money on the counter and play.

Leave King Putt's.