Market Minds: Paper or Plastic?

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  1. lixAxil

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    Leviathan Warlock and The Chosen Coffee

    A lady stood in front of the wide coffee selection. Her hand slowly picked the Folgers one, she was about to put it into her shopping cart when something unnerving happened.

    From seemingly nowhere a tall figure dressed with a fish suit appeared.

    The old lady fixed her glasses and immediately determinate that the figure was indeed real. After that she concluded that it was probably the Store’s pet and paid no importance to it.

    But she couldn’t put the coffee on the car, the hand of the figure stopped her from doing it. She raised her glance again and met with the fishman shaking his head in negation.

    He forcibly took the coffee from the lady’s hand and pointed at a different brand, the Carpresso.

    The old lady confused said “I want the other one, is cheaper” However, the fishman negated with his head again.

    As the lady tried to pick the Folgers one something unexpected happened.

    The fishman violently threw all the Folgers’s coffee and then kicked some of the cans while stomping over others. He grabbed the lady’s arm with violence and moved it toward the Carpresso.

    “Hee… Help…” Screamed the lady but the figure put its finger’s costume against her mouth and motioned her to look at the right.
    Placed against the shelf lied a giant frozen swordfish. The fishman looked at the lady and negated again with his head while drawing a line against his own neck with his free hand.

    The lady understood the message, he was threatening her with the swordfish if she were to talk or not pick the Carpresso.

    Her hands shaking she picked one, but again her hand was stopped.

    The fishman negated with his head and this time pointed at a different can. Carpresso Decaf

    The coffee was just the beginning for the lady, each grocery would be personally picked by the Leviathan Warlock. The old lady would have only to accept her fate or suffer the consequences of her acts.
     
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    The scent of death was finally starting to lift in the pet department. Georgette had squirted lemon scented disinfectant into the tanks that formally housed the congealed dead animals, and on the floor, counter and the walls until it had made her eyes water.

    Standing against the wall near the entrance she looked into her compact mirror and reapplied her eyeliner with long sweeping strokes. She looked up momentarily to tell a couple of wandering teenagers the pet department was closed and sent them on their way.

    A sudden scream ripped through her concentration. “What the hell? Someone being murdered back there?”

    Intrigued, she stuffed her make up back into her pocket and wandered cautiously towards the commotion. But before she could get there she came across a woman doubled over and pressing her hands to her beetroot red face.

    “Err...Madam?” she took a step back. The woman made deep gurgling noises and bounced from shelf to shelf. “Oh no,” Georgette groaned. “No no no no no!"

    It was too late. The woman spewed across the floor.
     
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    Muffled noise. Heavy breathing. Darkness. A man sat in a cold steel chair in complete black, squinting as best he could to see. There were shapes around him moving about, almost ethereal beings skirting in his peripheral and he turned frantically left and right to see them.

    A naked white light blinded his vision and he clamped his eyes shut to stop the burning. The man was young and athletic, with cuts along his well kept face and crisp, clean white shirt.

    "You know we can't just let you leave Mr. Kramer." Said a voice around him. The man tried to see but the light assaulted his eyes the moment they opened. "You know too much. We understand you had the best intentions but..."

    "You bastards are going to murder a whole lot of people." The man spat blood in the voice's direction.

    "Mr. Kramer, you have it all wrong. We are not planning to hurt any citizens, hard working Americans that make this country great - we are planning to protect them, ensure nothing threatens their livelihoods."

    "I'm a hardworking American, dick. These must be happy, cheerful cuts on my face." Rattling the chains on his wrists Mr. Kramer forced a laugh, "And these must be super fun friendship bracelets."

    "You, Mr Kramer, are an unfortunate casualty in our war on terror. Project Icarus must stay a secret and we must have your silence. The price of one in an effort to save millions... well that Mr. Kramer is a sweet deal."

    "Deal?"

    "Deal. Deal. Deeeeeeeeeeeal..."

    "Whoa, trippy." Teddy awoke from his comfy office chair to see a stout man above him, pointing at a crappy mousepad.

    "I'll ask again, is this mousepad on deal? The others are on deal, but they are too expensive. This one doesn't have a sticker, but I want it."

    Teddy stared at the customer for a while, attempting to use his psychic powers to understand what the man wanted. "Well... buy it then." Was all he could muster.

    "Does that mean it's on deal?" The man asked expectantly, with a gleam of hope softening his face.

    "Would you buy it if it was?"

    "Yes, I have already said that."

    "You wouldn't buy it if it wasn't?" Teddy asked.

    "Yes."

    "Yes, you would buy it?"

    "No! I wouldn't buy it."

    "If it was on deal?"

    "No! I would buy it if it was on deal!" The man half yelled, becoming increasing exasperated.

    "Wait," Teddy said, "so you'd buy it if it was on deal, but not if it wasn't."

    "Yeees!" The man looked genuinely relieved, this had been hard work and all he wanted was this stupid mousepad. He stared at Teddy eagerly, expecting an ultimatum.

    Teddy held his breath for a while, chewing his thoughts and digesting what had occurred. "Wait," he said breathing out slow, "start over. Is the mousepad on deal?"

    The customer almost burst, his face sparking red. "That's what I was asking you!" Close to the point of implosion, the man just froze, trying to stare down Teddy into some sort of guilt trip. Teddy just stared back. "Fine. I'll take the mousepad." And with that the customer snapped the product off the shelf and stomped away.

    Seemingly pleased with himself, Teddy sat back in the office chair ready for nap number two. "Confusion sales. Totally jokes."
     
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    Roy walked into the store holding a flower pot with roses sitting inside of it, that would have been normal had they not been silver. He was wearing a short sleeved black button up shirt, a white t-shirt underneath, blue jeans, and combat boots. He looked around disinterested, he overheard some woman screaming about being attacked. As he walked past her he glared at her. "Oh shut it you old cow, no one gives a damn and you're only succeeding in giving everyone a headache." He said as he passed by. Smirking when he heard someone call him a heartless bastard.

    He made his way to the electronics department, set the roses on the counter in a vain attempt to deal with the horrid stench of the store. Decomposing animals and spoiled food. Wonderful, just add in the cockroaches and rats and this place would be the most beautiful dump in the land. "I wonder who'll be the first to snap and try to kill everyone..." He mumbled. He didn't know who was working here, but he was certain under these circumstances someone was bound to snap. It'd be interesting to watch.

    He got behind the counter, pulled up a chair, leaned back and began to read through a small leather pocketbook, awaiting for the first customer to bother him. Hopefully they wouldn't be too brain dead.
     
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    “Look here, many Barbies. Buy Ken, too. Make happy American family!”

    The man clearly forced his smile at Ivan. “I….I….” He stuttered for a moment. “I’m fine thank you, I was just looking for a gift for my daughter.” He pulled his coat on tighter. "I should probably be going soon." The woman who'd been heaving her breakfast on the once clean floor had finally ceased, only to send a nasty glare at Georgette.

    "You...." She coughed holding her stomach as she stumbled forward and even collapsed on her knees. "Wh....what....is that smell...? Can't breath."

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    Garrison approached Roy’s counter and before the young man could open to ask any question, Garrison gave a Cheshire cat like grin at the roses. "I'm afraid I haven't met you yet, you handsome gentleman you!"

    In all honesty the guy wasn't that good looking.

    BUT

    He did like roses, which showed he had great character.

    "I'm Gary Garrison but you can call me Charlie because all the employees here are my angels now." He plucked one of the roses from the vase. "I do love a person who enjoys flowers but it should be noted that the way you spoke to that customer was mostly unacceptable.
     
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    Roy gave him a look of indifference, bordering on boredom. "Oh I'm soooo sorry 'Charlie' sir, I'll apologize right away." He said, not budging an inch, he tilted his chair back. "Oh, also, I must warn you, 'Charlie', the roses I grew were with some rather... dangerous chemicals and they have a very strange reaction. They go supernova if a drunken old fool holds one for too long, or is around them for too long. I'd suggest you drop it and walk away before you blow this store away, though... I guess it'd be an improvement." He said, a smirk settling on his lips.
     
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    "You...." the vomiting woman coughed holding her stomach as she stumbled forward and even collapsed on her knees. "Wh....what....is that smell...? Can't breath." The woman glared up at Georgette wiping yellow spit from her mouth cheeks.

    Georgette tip toed around the edge of the vomit puddle. “I don’t know what you mean.” said Georgette with a light shrug. She couldn’t really smell much, but she’d been surrounded by death and decay all morning and had become oblivious to the smell.

    “It smells like rancid milk!” the woman wailed and waved to the back of the shop. “ It’s unsanitary! I’ll tell the food regulation people and the environmental people!” The woman began to shake her finger in Georgette’s face.

    Georgette quickly wondered whether her abandoned chocolate milk was still sat fermenting and mutating. “We’re experimenting with local home-made cheese,” she called after her. The woman stopped and turned. “Like in France.”

    “France?”

    “Yep. It’s an art form. But it can get a little smelly, I’m afraid.” An easy smile slipped across Georgettes lips. “As an apology, I’m sure management wouldn’t mind me offering you a complimentary facial massage and makeover? If you’d like to follow me?”

    Georgette made the most elegant and sweeping air-hostess style motion she could and began to hunt down a chair.
     
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    The man clearly forced his smile at Ivan. “I….I….” He stuttered for a moment. “I’m fine thank you, I was just looking for a gift for my daughter.” He pulled his coat on tighter. "I should probably be going soon."

    Trying to flee the scene, hmm? I know what you're up to, Ivan thought. Her smile faltered for a moment and her hand twitched toward the switchblade in her coat pocket. But the urge to inflict violence passed swiftly and her smile returned, twice as bright as before.

    "Nonsense," she said as she followed the man and stepped in front of him, putting herself between him and the exit. "Ivan like children. Mama say Ivan is child at heart, hahaha!" She grabbed the lapel of his coat. "Come, I show you much fun. What does daughter like?"

    She gave a sharp tug. While it looked like she was trying to pull him back toward the toys, in reality, she had something else in mind. What are you hiding in there? Ivan gave one hard pull and yanked his coat open for all to see.
     
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    "Oh, also, I must warn you, 'Charlie', the roses I grew were with some rather... dangerous chemicals and they have a very strange reaction. They go supernova if a drunken old fool holds one for too long, or is around them for too long. I'd suggest you drop it and walk away before you blow this store away, though... I guess it'd be an improvement."

    Garrison smiled at Roy for several seconds in silence before he finally responded with.

    "I'm sorry what were you saying?" He asked. "I blanked out for a second."

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    "Ivan like children. Mama say Ivan is child at heart, hahaha!" She grabbed the lapel of his coat. "Come, I show you much fun. What does daughter like?"


    The suspicious man did his best to resist Ivan’s pulls and prods but soon enough his coat had opened up REVEALING, absolutely nothing. Trench coat swallowed uncomfortably. "I ....s...should really b...be going my wife and daughter are waiting for me at th...that pizza place next door."

     
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    "I'm sorry what were you saying?" He asked. "I blanked out for a second."

    Roy gave him a bored look. "What an idiot." He thought. "I think there's been a spill in the alcohol section, I can smell it from here, unless we have a brewery, either way, I think you need to take care of that." He said, he leaned forward, plucked the silver rose from his hand and placed the rose on the counter. "Off you go." He said, waving him away dismissively. He leaned his chair back and began reading again.
     
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    "I ....s...should really b...be going my wife and daughter are waiting for me at th...that pizza place next door."

    Ivan sighed and looked visibly disappointed. What, no stolen merchandise? She was sort of hoping he might be naked under there or something; she hadn't beaten up a pervert in… oh, at least two days or so.

    But he was just a normal guy. Normal! Not even two midgets in a trenchcoat. Just one normal-sized guy doing what normal-sized guys normally do. Damn…

    "Alright. May I show you to the exit?" she said, but it wasn't really a question. Before he could object, she took his hand and led him one aisle over, to avoid the "spill" the nauseous customer had left, then took him toward the front, toward the exit.

    "Thank you for choosing Shop'N'Drop," she said, when they reached the front doors. Ivan bowed and slipped a piece of paper into his pocket. "A coupon for Fatfox. I was saving it for later, but… just for you, handsome." She winked. "Ahem… anyway, enjoy and have a nice day, sir. Please come visit us again!"

    The man looked very puzzled for a moment, probably wondering how her English had dramatically improved in under thirty seconds. Her smile suddenly vanished, replaced by a death glare and a very clear telepathic message. Don't ask. Just get the fuck out before I change my mind. And you better not show your face around here until you're ready to BUY something.
     
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    Georgette parked her woman in the furniture department on one of the more sturdy looking display chairs and swept the shelves for the necessary equipment.

    Once she had what she needed, she slipped into the break room and began to mash warm water into porridge oats in a plastic bowl that matched her pink hair.

    Finally, she grabbed her make up bag and hurried back to the woman.
     
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    Beehtoven's 5th symphony played through Bale's earbuds as he danced his ways down the asile's stopping only to pull off expired supplies off the shelves, toss them in a cart and restock them with new supplies. He stood on his tiptoes, did a pirouette and continued pushing the cart down the aisle. He passed by the Russian escorting the man in the trench coat outside.

    "A thief?" He asked.
     
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    "A thief?" Bale asked, looking at Ivan.

    "Nah, just another no-buy... and I gave him my pizza coupon," she grumbled, once the man was out the door. She watched him cross the parking lot, making sure his story about going to Fatfox's held up. Once she was satisfied he wasn't a filthy liar, she turned to face Bale.

    "You, Muscles, you're gonna buy me lunch, no?" Ivan said, pointing an accusatory finger at Bale. "Of course you are."

    "Of course! If a lady says she needs a lunch, then a gentleman should always oblige!" He said with a polite bow. Standing back up he extended a hand, "I'm Bale, and you are?"

    "Ha, he called me a 'lady.' Cute," Ivan said as she firmly gripped his hand. A sinister grin began to sweep across her face. "Chivalry's dead, ya know. But, until you catch on, I'm gonna cash in. Lobster sounds nice. And it's Ivan, by the way." She released him and gestured to her poorly-written name tag.

    "It's a perfect pleasure to meet you Ivan. Unfortunately my well-balanced budget doesn't allow for Lobster, however I heard that Phillips' FatFox's Pizza here in the town square has a fantastic salad bar and deliciously greasy pizza, if you aren't on a diet, with a bright and cheerful atmosphere." Bale smiled with complete sincerity.

    "Bright and cheerful makes me wanna puke," Ivan said, "and there's been enough of that for one day." She gave him a pat on the shoulder, then began to work her way down to his rippling biceps.

    "Hmmm," she said, giving them a squeeze. "Tell ya what, Meatstack. I'll settle for pizza, but you gotta go pick it up. Here, get some for the whole crew. Everyone's been working so hard today," she said, tucking a twenty dollar bill into his pants pocket. Her hand lingered there faaaar too long, resting on his thigh. "Deal?"

    "Deal." Bale squeaked, grabbing her wrist and pulled it out of his pocket, his face flushing red. He rushed out of the store faster than you could say "Chucky-cheese-rip-off!" Speaking of which, where had that puking janitor gone too? There was probably a puddle of sweat left where he'd been standing with Ivan. "Not exactly a perfect lady. Not like Lydia." He murmured.

    ...

    Bale returned twenty minutes later with a three large pizza's. "Lunch break! Free Pizza!" He declared sauntering back into the store, his former mood of cheeriness and goodwill returned.
     
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    “...And of course that's when I divorced him. That man loved his RV and his couponing far too much. I said to him, Clive! You can store all your toilet rolls in that damned RV! Pardon my language. I mean, how much toilet paper do you need?” the woman gabbled away.

    Georgette punctuated the conversation with the appropriate. A mhmm and hmmm here and there. She began to push the oats into the woman's face, right into the cracks and over the flecks of mousey moustache hair on her top lip.

    With a final smear, Georgette stepped back to admire her work just as the smell of fried cheese and dough wafted into the store around her. She took in a deep breath.

    “Lunch break! Free Pizza!"

    The beefcake emerged, carrying the boxes of pizza at the front of the store. Georgette sighed happily. It was a beautiful sight, and made up for the dead rodent experience.

    She turned back to the woman and wiped down her hands.

    “I'm just going to leave you for a little bit to relax and let the vitamins and minerals sink into your skin,” she rambled, stepping away to chase the pizza.
     
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    "Off you go."

    "Lunch break! Free Pizza!"

    Garrison heard the hunk boom in excitement over the fact he’d just purchased pizza. He didn't clear that but in all fairness he didn’t care, only thing he cared about was the delicious cheesy pizza, hopefully it was pepperoni.

    "Off we go!" Garrison said grabbing Roy by his sleeve and dragging him along.

    "I think it will do you good to interact with your co-workers Joe." Garrison said. "Can I call you Joe? You look like a Joe!"

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    Garrison and a struggling Roy quickly bursting into the break room where everyone had gathered to feast on the pizza that was rumored to have cost several heart attacks over the years. "Helloooooo everyone!"
    Garrison greeted.

    Giving his brightest beam to Ivan and Bale.

    "This is Roy but he likes the name Joe." He ruffled Roy's hair. "He'll be working in the electronics section and we smelled pizza, so we decided to drop in."

    Garrison plopped down in the nearest seat. "Besides I wanted to see how my angels were doing on their face day."
     
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    Roy watched him in silent indifference as he was dragged along. "Maybe ripping his stomach open and pulling out his intestines slowly would be the best course of action... but I'd probably smell like alcohol for years to come... is it worth it?" He wondered, he tilted his head. "Could shoot him through the eye, watch it pop like a grape." He thought.

    As Roy contemplated the possible ways he could slowly and painfully kill this drunken oaf, he glanced at the other employees. "Sorry, don't know what the old lazy drunk's talking about." He said shrugging. "I'm Schmitty Weberjensen the Third and Awesome!" He said grinning. "And yes, I expect to be called the full title." He said.
     
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    " Schmitty Weberjensen the Third and Awesome?" Bale repeated perfectly tapping his lip thoughtfully. "Perhaps S.W.A.T., would be a preferable nickname." Bale suggested. "Just switch the Awesome and the Third and there you have it." He grinned and held out a hand. "Bale's the name. Short and simple and perfect. I work as a stocker and part-time cashier. Pleasure to meet you SWAT. Hope you enjoy the pizza."
     
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    Roy glanced at his hand and frowned. "Two things, Fail, it's Schmitty Weberjensen the Third and Awesome, or nothing, next, I would never sully my hand by touching a mere common fool such as yourself!" He said, putting his hands in his pockets. "It's bad enough I let that drunk touch me." He said, shuddering. "I'll smell like booze for months, months I tell you!" He said.
     
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    Georgette raised an eyebrow at the new guy who now blocked her way to the pizza. She cleared her throat lightly. “Thanks for the pizza delivery,” she said and carefully scooted through the two alpha males to grabbed a slice that wasn't completely soaked with grease. As she dropped it onto a napkin she watched the paper immediately begin to drink up the remaining cheese-juice, gluing itself to the table. Georgette wondered whether cheese should emit so much liquid, but decided not to dwell on it. She took a bite, chewing the salty rubbery goodness. “So...Schmitty Weberjensen the Third and Awesome? Is that Dutch?” she asked finally.
     
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    “So... Schmitty Weberjensen the Third and Awesome? Is that Dutch?” Pinky asked.

    "Ugh, don't tell me we're actually gonna call this tool that," Ivan said with a roll of her eyes. “Seriously, look at this guy? He’s a joke. And not even a funny one. How’d this bag of dicks get hired, anyway?”

    She stepped up to Joe/Roy/Shitty Wabbajack/ Whatever and looked him squarely in the eyes. “Tell your mum she shoulda shut her legs and swallowed you. No pizza for you, asshat. Not unless you wanna eat it through a straw. The next thing outta your mouth is gonna be an apology to Bale or your teeth on the floor, got it?”
     
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    "Whoa, hey now." Bale waved his hands, trying to end a fight before it started between Ivan and Joe/Roy/S.W.A.T. "It takes more than some sad name-calling to offend me. No need to start a fight."
     
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    “So...Schmitty Weberjensen the Third and Awesome? Is that Dutch?”

    'Schmitty' looked over at the girl. "It's actually English!" He said, he shrugged. "But I guess mere plebeians such as yourselves would not get that, the public schooling systems merely churning out more and more fools." He said, a Cheshire-like grin spreading across his face as he turned to the new girl.

    “Tell your mum she shoulda shut her legs and swallowed you. No pizza for you, asshat. Not unless you wanna eat it through a straw. The next thing outta your mouth is gonna be an apology to Bale or your teeth on the floor, got it?”

    He seemed more amused by her threats and insults than offended. "Why do I need to apologize to Fail? If anything, he should be apologizing to me for trying to give me such a lame nickname, and of course for trying to touch me." He said, he waved her off dismissively. "Furthermore, do I look like I want that heart attack in a box? That's peasant food, good for you all, not for me. The drunk fool was obviously off his ass when he thought I'd want such a thing." He said, shrugging.
     
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    Garrison chewed the pizza happily, the same cartoon like grin painted across as he watched Ivan and Roy argue back and forth. It might have been best to take some sort of action before Roy was murdered.

    Ninety percent of the time murder was a bad thing. His former co-workers had been big fans of useless violence and as much fun as he’d had in those days, it had no place here. But on the flipside of things.....it was pretty funny.

    Garrison simply set down his pizza crust at Roy's insult.

    "I assume he was hired because he has spunk." He said calmly. "Krystal handles our interviews and applications, I suppose she liked the cut of his jib." Garrison stood from his seat looking between Ivan and Roy.

    "Now come my angels, we need to be cooking up a little grace and civility at the table." Garrison stretched out his hand. "A circle prayer?"
     
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    Lydia tossed her rubber gloves on an overflowing trash can. Where was that gerbil stealing janitor when she needed him? After cleaning smelly fish tanks and what could be considered as toxic waste, she sure could use a break. Her feet skidded across the floor as she made her way to the room where everyone had gathered. But when she peeked inside, her stomach rumbled uneasily.

    Pizza?

    Greeeeeat.

    Lydia sighed, eyes zoning in on the cheese glistening with grease. She loved pizza. But she hadn't had real pizza since she was diagnosed for her allergies years ago. Gosh, of all foods, why did it have to be pizza? Even the exceedingly more unhealthy version they were eating looked good.

    She tried to disguise her disappointment with a forced smile, walking further in the break room. Maybe she could have a drink instead?

    Lydia caught bits and pieces of her co-workers argument as she went over to the mini fridge nestled in the corner. She swung the door wide open to discover a few sodas and cans of beer lining the inside racks. Nope and nope. Sugar was in the soda and gluten was in the beer, not that anyone should be drinking at this hour...while working a job.

    Aha! Lydia grabbed a single water bottle from the fridge and closed the door with the tip of her shoe. Well, it was better than nothing. She'd take something over nothing any day

    Lydia spun on her heel and sat down next to Bale who seemed to be caught in the middle of the disagreement.

    "Hi again, did I miss much?" she asked him.

    "Now come my angels, we need to be cooking up a little grace and civility at the table." Garrison stretched out his hand. "A circle prayer."

    "I think you got it backwards," Lydia said, stifling a laugh. "People usually pray before they eat not after."
     
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