First Shift.

"Here at Every-Mart, we strive to provide our victims with everything they could possibly need for any and all occasions. Hence or slogan,  Your Every Need For Your Every Deed." The many low hanging televisions proclaim audibly while the screens emit pictures of horrific sales and subliminal messaging.

Meanwhile Tourniquet stares adamantly at the cockroach skittering amongst the potato salad in the window of the Deli Department, imagining the delightful feeling of ripping off it's legs one by one...

Suddenly a fist slams down upon the insect, crushing it beneath it's weight and spraying it's juices upon the rest of the potato salad.

The employee responsible then raises his bug-spattered fist and smiles and, leaving the defiled potato salad untouched, walks away, licking the remains of the roach from off his putrid claw.

Tourniquet sighs and turns back to his current task.

Now Tourniquet was loading the shelves of the paper department with many miscellaneous bath tissues and toiletries, making sure they looked nice, disposing the emptied boxes and then starting the process again on the next shelf.

Rather repetitious. But it's better than janitorial.... Those bathrooms......

Being his first night though, Tourniquet had been paired up with another, more experienced(?), employee.

And he was known only as Ear-Ache, because he always had a pair of headphones on his head that amplified his rapidly deteriorating hearing... or because he couldn't finish a proper sentence without trailing off on the subject of bunnies or truffles...

Seriously what goes on in that head?

Unfortunately Tourniquet was never the sociable or befriending type.

He had always been the more alienated, black sheep of the community.

So Ear-Ache, as maddening as he was, was Tourniquet's only shadow of a friend here in Every-Mart.