Raiding the Register

Storm the shop over wrong change?! Say no more! I scrambled out of that shower stall, slipped past the back fence, and marched straight down the high street into the bright aisles of Centra! Look at that cash till perched on the counter like an electric vault! While the cashier turned around to grab a paper bag, I leaped from a stack of morning newspapers right onto the rubber coin tray. No digital tap-and-pay screens here, just cold, hard brass and copper clinking under my paws! I grabbed a heavy two-euro coin, wedged my trusty trolley key right beside it, and slammed my fuzzy foot down with a loud CLINK! Keep the mouse in the house! The balance is corrected, manual currency is restored, and zero screens can cheat us now!