"Yeah. Maybe you should." Shawn takes the bag and throws it over his shoulder. Hard.

In fact so hard it hits him in the back and winds him for a moment so he stumbles forward and needs to steady himself again. He straightens up immediately and puts on a face of dignity - at least as dignified as you can look when you just knocked yourself over. "Maybe you can print it on their little lo-to-no-fat energy drinks. With a picture. So everytime they down one of their disgusting little slim fast drinks at least your face beams encouragement. Maybe you can also leave them a little statue of yourself, for the lobby."