Don't Eat The Apple Crumble

Date: 4/3/2017

I'm in an airport shop looking at all the black metal band T Shirts for sale. There is apple crumble on the front desk, and I assume it to be complimentary. I eat some of it and the shop owners chase me out the shop. I'm evading airport security on my skateboard, whizzing through the crowds to avoid capture. When I reach outside there is a large aggressive dog covered in thick black oil. I douse it in water and take off my shirt and use it to clean the oil off the dog, which calms down and lucks my face.