Astra continues on. "This the Multiversal Mall. Surely there are other
options then just cash."
The assistant (a nametag reading 'Brenda' peeked out from her shirt-tail)
put a finger to her lips. "Hmmm." she said.
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"Nope. At least for the next thiry days, cash only."
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"You can kill all the rats in the basement and it will get you enough credit for three outfits."
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"You can choose Bleeznax and it will pay for four outfits and a Minor Bag Of Holding. You just can't ask what Bleeznax is."
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"You can just jump up and down for one minute for one full outfit, your choice."
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"Your soul." "What?" "Give me your soul, get ten outfits and a Bag of Holding."
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Suddenly, the name tag text changes. It now reads, impossibly, 'Narholytep, Goat With A Thousand Young'.
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Fred bursts into the shop. "We must describe the walls and general feel of this place!" he cries.
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Astra blacks out and wakes up in a technologically advanced dairy farm. The obvious jokes don't come to mind.
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"Wait." said Brenda. "What is Multiversal blah-blah-blah? This is just the clothing shop for the Extra-Rights Nudist Colony and it's two competitors. Why the three places just don't merge is beyond me."
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Astra grows graceful, swept-back antlers.
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