Da, da duh-duh, da duh-duh
Da, da duh-duh, da duh-duh...
*cue our heroine striding bravely across the
parking lot landscape and into
the store her base of operations, (price) gun hanging from one hip and
bullwhip boxcutter hanging from the other*
our heroine: *clocks in*
female sales associate: "Ohio Kat, thank God! Oh, Buckeye, it's
terrible..."
Buckeye: *thrives on all that is terrible (or, at least, tends to perform better under pressure)* "Whatever is it, Alice?"
Alice: "Black times are coming, Buckeye. It's--"
dun, dun, dun "--Black Friday in a few days."
Buckeye: "This could be serious. I'd better find the Zone Manager for Consumables."
the ZM: *speaks supply and demand fluently but once got lost in her own storeroom* "Buckeye, there you are. Black Friday is approaching and we haven't started setting up yet. The natives are growing nervous. This is a terrible omen."
Buckeye: "Sorry, boss, but ancient supply lines and hokey purchasing formulas don't-- Oh, no, wait. I save the Hana Solo shtick for when I'm rebelling against authority."
ZM: *rolls her eyes* "We have three crates of bananas unaccounted for."
Buckeye: "Crates. Why did it have to be crates..."
ZM: "We're counting on you, Buckeye. You need to travel into the wilderness and recover the crates or terrible hardships will befall the natives."
Buckeye: "I'm on it." *ventures into the wilderness*
(and this is all just the food)
Buckeye: *never did find those damned crates, but still managed to be quite productive and prevent the famine*
the ZM: "Well done, Ohio Kat. Now beings your real challenge."
Buckeye: "Nazis? Communists? Thuggee cultists?"
the ZM: "Worse. It's time to start setting up for Black Friday."
Buckeye: "Dear God." *gulps* "The holy grail of retail shopping..."
the ZM: "It will take all of our cleverness and resolve to get out of this alive."
to be continued...