Management Decision

The hack was a couple minutes in, and I was just getting somewhere when my computer went dead.

I looked up to my boss, looking very pleased with himself, holding the power cord to my computer.

"Hack dealt with."

I slammed a piece of paper in front of him and grabbed the power cord.

"Write down what you just did."

He happily did so, and signed it when I asked him to once I'd finished.

Not that it helped much dealing with the aftermath of losing all that data, but him getting fired did make me feel a bit better.

Market Stalling

"Excuse me, how much is this doll?"

I turned around and looked around, needing a moment before I looked down over my stall to see the young girl with a doll I didn't recognise from my stock.

"I'll need to see it, Miss."

She politely handed it over and quickly looked it over. I couldn't find a price label on it anywhere.

"Umm... Five dollars."

"Oh I can't afford that, sorry."

She walked away.

Now, I would argue that doesn't constitute a legal transfer of property, but the ghosts inside it clearly don't actually care about legal definitions of words.