Wheezer scoops up the coin, counting it quietly to himself in stacks of ten, before pocketing it with a nod at Unibrow. Again if there's any doubt as to the veracity of your tall tale it doesn't show. Quite the opposite, they seem entirely on board with the lie. Satisfied, with a crooked wheezing smile, he continues "Pleasure doin' business with ya. tomorrow at midday, shingles, we'll be there with the boys to see about gettin' this man Jacobi out of your hair once and for all. On our honour, you won' have to worry about him botherin' you or your missus again." Unibrow opens the door and unlocks it gesturing - politely, mind you - for you to leave. "'ave a pleasant day," is the last thing you hear as you're ushered out to allow the line to continue its flow of meat. They even leave you with the package of meat, perhaps a goodwill offer on their part, despite the coin you've just handed over.

No one follows you out, and nothing appears out of the ordinary as you rejoin the group off to one side, out of sight of the butcher's front.