I used to have an alter ego in college called "The Sausage Bandit". I would tie a t-shirt around my head such that only my eyes would show through the neck hole, and ran drunk and naked, committing petty larceny of passersby and fellow party-goers. "I am the sausage bandit!" and people were shocked enough at seeing me such that I could grab pretty much whatever I wanted. The only problem was, you have to carry whatever you steal, so it becomes harder to run, unless you could drink it or smoke it. Too bad I didn't have a moped. And, sausage banditry is unflattering after a chilly skinny-dip in a stranger's pool.