"(sniff!) Okay, customer, you've made your point. Just don't hurt me anymore, okay?"

The Micro Softie stops sniffling just long enough to give you the evillest evil-eye you've ever been confronted with. He seems to drill into your head, with a message of doom.
"This is your brain...", you growl at him...
Bystanders begin to clap as you reach into your bag and pull out a large firearm.