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Everything here exists as a form of code, doesn't it? How else could they have affected my clothing?

[It's actually sort of entertaining in an absurdist sort of way to watch him literally lunge at a renegade cash register.

While he's doing that she's just going to sort of try and slip into the back to see if there's anything she can wear--

--and a few moments later, she comes stumbling out, being pelted with women's undergarments.] W-what the hell is this place's problem?!