Shane smirked as he walked around the dingy little corner shop, it had become his daily ritual to go in and pocket whatever he fancied before heading to his mates house. The fat indian clerk, Vikram would just stare at him never even attempting to stop him. Shane thought Vikram was pathetic, old, smelly, obese and barely able to stand behind the counter without sweating, it was why Shane has chosen this place to steal from so regularly. Shane looked down and had a sudden craving for chocolate he grabbed a large expensive bar and started sliding it into his bag even as Vikram waddled behind.
"Stop that or I call police!" Vikram said in broken English
"Fuck off you fat, old cunt" Shane spat back
