Another day, another swing and a miss on finding any Chiller Low-Life sodas on the shelves of Gassy's. Gilbert wasn't sure why he still held out hope at this point, but it was always worth checking. Yeah, there were those new flavors they had in stock... maybe he should just cut his losses and try one at this point - if anything else, he could try and find them elsewhere. Maybe he'd find a case online for cheap or something.

Was he really gonna go hunt down this stuff? For Chillers, he absolutely would.

Whatever, though - he might as well give these a shot. It wouldn't be the same, but what was he gonna do?

...Meh, he could try another lotto ticket.

As Gilbert grabbed a case, he promptly clocked who was behind the counter today - it wasn't Lulu, the awesome yet quiet Golden Retriever new girl, or Karla, the chilled-out chicken who made some pretty fire subs... in fact, he didn't recognize them at all.

Huh.

With that, he hoisted the drinks over to the counter, the bottoms of his slides slapping against the tiled floor of the store, and set it down with a huff, the possum's frantic-looking pupils contrasting with his neutral demeanor.

"Hey, how's it going? Just this and a five-dollar scratcher, please." he greeted with a curt nod, slapping some money down, though a faint smile tugged at the corner of his muzzle. "...Newbie, huh? I figured I wasn't seeing things, heh."

Gilbert looked around briefly, then leaned in with a hopeful glint in his wide eyes. "Hey, uh, listen - you wouldn't happen to know if they've got any more Chiller Low-Lifes here, would you? I know they're limited edition, but that other newbie, Lulu? She managed to find one in the back for me last time, and I'm hoping I can make lightning strike twice here, y'know?"

Once they shook their head with a shrug, Gilbert huffed, deflating a bit.

"Man... every time. Alright, fine, I guess I'll go with this, the... 'Blurple Berry'?"

He squinted at the label, visibly confused for a moment, before glancing back up at them. "These any good?"