( Despite swearing off reading, Emil's still fascinated with books...especially when they're so cheap here, clearances and everything. He's concocting a master plan to buy a bunch of cheap pulpy novels to sell for a mint back home -- not totally thinking through the whole "alien language" thing -- when his brain is infiltrated by the wavering thoughts. Hmm...oh, it's probably that guy.
Well, he technically is a customer. )
Uh...are you doing okay? ( Because you don't...think...okay, bro. )
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Well, he technically is a customer. )
Uh...are you doing okay? ( Because you don't...think...okay, bro. )