You pick up the battered sheep, tuck it under your arm and wish the recruiting officer a nice day.

    You head for the front door, but find it locked.

    "I'm sorry," says the recruiting officer.  "I'm really sorry."

    The recruiting officer spends most of the rest of that afternoon wiping your brains off the glass door.

    He adds the inflatable sheep to his own private collection.
 

Your final score is:

138