it was 1954 New York, you entered a TV store selling TVs from a company called 'cube-tech'. You saw someone sitting behind the cash register working on some machine, he had a light blue cube for a head, a blue pinstripe suit, also made of cubes. the cubes shifted to an annoyrd expression, he put his screwdriver down, and looked at you.

“well if you couldn't see I'm busy, so buy something or leave, alright?”

he said, crossing his arms.