It's a quiet morning at Marnie's, besides the soft taps of the rain against the shingles on the roof above. Shane gets up and prepares to go to work. Great, Wednesday. It was the 3rd worst day of the week. He began by yawning and brushing his teeth before slowly getting dressed, combing his purple hair, and walking out the door. Slowly, he made his way through the town square. Then, out of nowhere, the farmer. Great, the farmer. Shane yawned a bit and groaned tiredly, "What do you want?"