The lack of employees working the floor was one of many signs that the lunch hour had commenced with full force.
The majority of employees were huddled close together like rotting sardines in a too-small lunch room. Exchanging the latest gossip or casting off colored jokes around like cheap confetti.
Meanwhile, Tourniquet had taken to inhabiting the electronics department.
Knowing that he was now on the verge of owning money again, Tourniquet found himself standing in the videogame aisle, during lunch, looking over all the games he wanted and whispering "Soon my pretties...."
Suddenly a commotion from the aisle over catches his attention and he finds himself drawn towards the noise.
Standing before him was Cutter. A man of such insane repute you'd wonder how he even managed to get through the front door of this strict establishment.
Some sources claim that he does not even work in Every-Mart. But in fact he is an escapee from the nearby insane asylum who's made this damned place his home.
If he's not screaming at innocent victims, sleeping in public restrooms, or loading shelves, you can usually find him wandering the aisles, stroking his razor knife whispering "I like pointy things..."
Now the situation at hand was a strange one, Cutter stood dramatically before two remorseful teen beauties. They had nothing about them that would make them out to be the cause of such a conflict.
Except for they weren't wearing shoes.
"No shirt. No shoes. NO SERVICE!!!!!!" Cutter shrieks and points a long ragged finger at the two shoeless ghouls.
The pretty one with raven hair smirks, "Who needs shoes when we've got boobs?"
Her blonde companion nods in eager agreement.
Cutter just stands there, mouth hanging open, looking like an idiot in the face of such smooth retaliation.
Tourniquet slowly reaches out and pokes Cutter's arm, his eyes cemented upon the raven beauty's chest.
"Dude.... They're not kidding..."
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