You stare up at the crime lord with a defiant fire in your eyes. "I'll never work for you, (your choice of insulting word)!" you say with vehemence (look it up!). He looks back down at you and says, "Very well. Leave me!" A pair of guards escorts you back to the lift tube, but this time you head downward. You feel a prick on your neck and you start feeling woozy. You fade into blackness, but it's not the blackness of sleep, but, well, you get the picture.

You can change your mind.