Snakes and Pills

073 - own enough

The bass pounded in the Mercedes Benz as it turned into the grocery store parking lot. The car came to a stop and the music pounding inside soon did, too. The gull-wing doors swung open on both sides. Seeing as this grocery store was in a fairly middle-class suburban neighborhood, the pounding music and the flashy car had already gotten the attention of a few people who were strolling through the parking lot.

The two men that emerged from the car were extremely well-dressed in custom tailored suits. They were the definition of classy, and as the car doors swung down behind them, they began walking into the grocery store with what can only be described as swagger. The automatic doors slide open for everyone who crosses their sensor's threshold, but for these two individuals, the doors seemed to part in a way that showed special respect.

The men strolled right up to the little customer service counter near the entrance, which was staffed by an elderly woman. She was slowly chewing on some gum and appeared unenthused by the appearance of the two well-dressed men standing before her at the little window.

"Can I help you, gentlemen?" she said, with as little acknowledgement of their existence as possible. The man who had been driving the car took off his sunglasses, folded them up and hid them somewhere inside his suit jacket. "Yes, I think you can," he responded.

"My name is T-Roy and this is my associate, Bane." Upon his name being mentioned, Bane also took off his sunglasses in a similar fashion. "We're here to purchase something," T-Roy continued.

"Well, that's good, seeing as this is a grocery store, and we sell things," the clerk responded dryly. "Is there perhaps anything in particular that I can help you with purchasing, or would you prefer to just browse as all of our other patrons do?"

"No, no, you don't understand, Miss," T-Roy said. "We're here to buy the whole store. You know, everything in it." A large, proud smile formed on his face. The woman just rolled her eyes. "Let me get this straight: you're here to purchase everything in the store. Do I have that right?"

The two men just nodded. She got a little annoyed, and asked, "What is this, some kind of joke?" T-Roy looked a little insulted. "What, do you think we couldn't do it, if we wanted to?" He snapped his fingers. "Bane, show the woman."

At this, Bane produced a briefcase, pointing it towards the woman's counter, and flipped both the latches open. As the lid swung open, the expression on the clerk's face changed to show a sudden rise in interest. She was staring directly at stacks and stacks of hundred-dollar bills. She had no idea how much money was in the briefcase, but it was certainly a lot.

"Impressive, right?" T-Roy said. "And that's just pocket change. Y'know, spending money I bring with me on quick runs to the grocery store." He snapped his fingers again, and Bane slammed the briefcase shut, and receded back behind T-Roy. "So, do you believe I could buy everything in the store now? Or even the store itself, if I wanted?"

The lady, who had let her excitement at seeing the money get the best of her, was quickly falling back into her natural, unexcited state. "Listen, sir, even if I believe you now, I don't think I'm the person you should be talking to if you want to buy the store."

T-Roy just laughed. "No, don't worry, I was just joking. I wanted you to see that I COULD buy the store if I wanted to, but I don't. I was just wondering if you could help direct us to the dairy department."

"Gotta buy eggs!" Bane suddenly shouted.


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