Naturally, it should be as realistic as possible.
So:
"No Pizza For Old Men"
It's a typical Saturday night at your house in downtown Raymond. As usual, you're partying hard with the Dallas Cheerleaders. They're getting hungry but none can find enough clothing to go outside without getting arrested, so it's up to you to get the pizza.
Shortly after entering Big Joe's Pizza Parlor in Agnew, you near a massive crash outside accompianied by excited screams and shouts. Big Joe hands you your 12 large pizzas and you head outside. Some incredible force has hit a pickup truck in the intersection outside the store and rolled the truck over, causing massive damage.
You then notice a baby car seat lying in the intersection. Fearing the worst, you move to pick it up. You set down the pizzas and move. After returning to the sidewalk, you find that the car seat doesn't contain a baby, but rather, a LARGE sum of money. And Woody Harrelson's cowboy hat. Your eyes widen in amazement at the amount of cash contained inside.
In an effort to secure both the cash and the pizzas during this pandemonium, you go to your pickup truck and place both inside.
That's when you hear a voice behind you say "Call it Friendo."
You turn to see a guy with a weird haircut and a suppressed 1100 looking at you with both mild amusement and contempt. He levels the shotgun at you and smiles his strange smile.
Not quite understanding, you stammer out "What?"
About then, there's a commotion down the street. Distracted, the heavily armed stranger turns to look for the source of the noise. Maintaining your wits, you draw your snubbie and dump all five rounds into the stranger's COM.
The noise and commotion quickly closes in on you and your vehicle. A grossly obese man with a scraggly beard and wearing a heavily food stained t-shirt that says "The NRA is a bunch of slovenly pigs" on it has appeared and is closing in. The enormous man grabs your pizzas and waddles away. You can't stop him. He's much too large. He knocks over a fire truck in his haste to leave the scene with the pizzas. You then realize what happened to the pickup truck earlier. You then holster and sadly watch your pizzas disappear into the night.
You sit down on the tailgate of your truck and wait for the police. A short time later, a folksy Sheriff with a pock marked face and a Texas twang sits down on the tailgate beside you. He laments how the world has changed for the worse and how IDPA scenarios and movies don't always end satisfactorily anymore.
