While you don’t usually head to Walmart, this day was an exception. Driving into the parking lot, you would shuffle through before entering. The automatic doors shutting behind you as the smell of consumerism and poorly made products filled the air.

However, you would notice something odd. The greeter was a… anthropomorphic dog? She seemed to notice you to, as a wide smile crept onto her face. She ran over before speaking in a happy, bubbly tone.

”Welcome to Walmart! How may I help?”