That's pure terror on that being's face.
*this nikka out here rollin up on broads in the
disposable douche aisle*
shyt baller: I knew you was one of the clean ones.

her: excuse me.

shyt baller: you walked pass the summers eve to the massengill.

her: you are weird.......can you back up?

shyt baller: naw i'm just giving you props.......i'm new around here.

her: new to the city?

shyt baller: naw.......new to this store.

her:

shyt baller: let me get yo number

her: i gotta man.

shyt baller: bet he love that massengill freshness.

her: security!!

security: everything ok?

her: this sweaty coke head is on one.

shyt baller: i only gave her props.

security: listen man if i tell you one more time.

shyt baller: my bad......i'll stay in the fabuloso/pinesol section.

security: one more time man.

her: look at how much he's sweating......smellin like prison sex.