Inside the store, they begin to clumsily search the aisles.
Uh… What do he need, anyways?
U-um, maybe some sti-
<Shit, les’ just get a ton of that tape shit. Should do the trick.
Lil Doorknob begins piling as many packages of gauze as possible into his arms.
^Think we need sum of that cream too. Like the stuff that you put under bandaids.
Yea yea, dat, fo sure.
^We payin’ for all this?
<Hell naw nigga we stealin’ this shit!
You wring your hands together and glance at the cashier nervously. He seems to be completely oblivious to the world around him, occupied by his Neuralink. It’s probably running a dual simulation of FreedomTok videos and AI generated VR porn.
What do you do?
