Mugged.

As I walked into the dark alley a disheveled man approached me. "Give me your wallet," he said as he pulled a gun out of his coat. I looked at the gun a little closer, and that's when I realized that it wasn't a real gun, but rather some kind of homemade gun constructed from dry pasta, pipe cleaners and wood glue. Upon further inspection, I noticed that his shoes where also made of pasta, and he was wearing some sort of hat made from uncooked spaghetti noodles.

I gave him my wallet anyway--he looked like he could probably throw that gun pretty hard.