Thread:Psychopathotical/@comment-26234016-20170906212607/@comment-26234016-20170925181910

You return to the supermarket. Ah, memories...

The shopkeep/cashier lady is gone, with a thin, gangly man taking her place. He goes stock still when he sees you, and then says, "King– President? Dictator? Emporer? uh... Lord Harker, what is it that you would require of me on this day?" His voice cracks in fear.