“Hello, my dear… fancy shrunken toenails?” leers the old man. Up close, you can see his filthy beard, yellow teeth and black gums.
“Er, no…” you mumble as you back away, but too late! With a spritely jump, the old man is standing next to you. He traps you there and makes you his assistant, and you spend your days arranging his toenail collection and cleaning his toenail pliers.
If you think you’d rather not have anything to do with this old man, maybe you should change your course.