"You won't get it!" Xan snarled, pulling a huge gun out of his trechcoat and pointing it at Lemmy's head.
"Whew! You've got the point now!" he added, and, keeping Lemmy at gunpoint, he stalked behind the counter and started smashing all the beer cans.
"What the heck?" Lemmy asked, spluttering. "Wait... I need that!"
"No can do, kid."