Squatter's Rights


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 * RrrrRRRGH!!! How DARE that insolent INGRATE of a landlord ask ME to clear out my things?!
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 * Nattering on and on about "credit risk" this and "fugitive from justice" that... As if I care one IOTA what HE thinks!
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 * Madame Medusa's Pawn Shop Boutique is MINE -- and NO ONE is going to tell me differently! I'll show them... I'll show them ALL!
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 * Madame Medusa's Pawn Shop Boutique is MINE -- and NO ONE is going to tell me differently! I'll show them... I'll show them ALL!
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Level 3 "Out of Spite!"
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 * Send Madame Medusa to move more of her things IN!
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 * 5, 100
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 * ... And here we are! Now, all I have to do is smash in the window, barricade myself in the shop, and wait them out until--
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 * ... Wait. Where is-- Where did my crowbar go?! The good one -- with the spikes! Don't tell me it fell out of my--
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 * ... MY SUITCASE! Ohh, not AGAIN...That LOUSE of a junk dealer SWORE to me he fixed the latch! Ohh, he'll pay DEARLY for this...
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 * Ohh, my poor, poor clothes, strewn all over Manhattan... And they were genuine imitation velour, too!
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 * Ohh, my poor, poor clothes, strewn all over Manhattan... And they were genuine imitation velour, too!
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