Pop Brown and the Blonde

Robert smiled as he laid eyes on Pop Brown and the Blonde.

"Stop."

"That'll be a Dollar Seventy-Fou-" Pop Brown cuts off as he freezes in the act of putting the cigarettes on the counter and the Blonde freezes as she pulls a couple of dollar bills from her wallet. Robert continues to smile as he approaches the motionless Storekeeper and Customer until he's right in the face of the Blonde.

"Boo."

The Blonde doesn't react, nor does Pop, but how could they? They were under the spell of his power, suspended in time until he gave them the order to move again, an order that would only come if he chose to issue it. Suddenly, Robert found himself wondering; what would happen if he never gave the command? Would the Universe take over and release them, the way his BluRay Player used to do if it had been left on pause for too long or would they continue to stand there, forever poised to resume but ultimately doomed to remain frozen? Would Pop ever get to finish his sentence or would the words "-r cents, please.." be forever frozen upon his lips?

Robert cast aside the thoughts and turned his attention to the task of cleaning out his two current victims; first, he plucks the bills and wallet from the Blonde's hands before sliding her gold watch off her wrist finally followed by him plucking her phone from her breast pocket. As the piece de resistance for her, he pulls her trousers down and leaves her standing there, her Victoria Secrets underwear on display.

Now, his attention turns to Pop; the old man only has his wristwatch which is slipped off his wrist and dropped into the bag held in Robert's hand. Robert then proceeds to go round the counter and slid the frozen old man away from the counter so he can freely access the register, emptying a grand total of sixty dollars and eighty cents into the bag. To wrap things off, Robert turns Pop's glasses upside down and pulls the old man's trousers down around his ankles, displaying a pair of starched boxer shorts.