After you’ve told her no, you ain’t taking that shit, she’ll just enter all that into her little innocuous tablet that’s only used for just this occasion and you’re labeled. You’re a subversive and must be dealt with accordingly.
Next time, they’ll send Gerald. He’ll be accompanied by two goons who’ll wait in the car. Gerald’s a personable guy with a nice smile, a microphone and a hidden leg holster.
He’ll be there with that smile to remind you to take that shot or else.
That’s when I’ll tell him what my Granny used to say:
“I’m gonna pitch a fit at 4 o’clock and you better git. I got a shotgun with yore name on it.”