Angus Delaney sat behind the counter at the Video Outpost "Too", tapping idly on the keyboard of the ancient computer in front of him. The dim fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, casting a pale glow over the shelves filled with dusty VHS tapes and forgotten DVDs. His thick, black-rimmed glasses slipped down his nose as he squinted at the screen, adjusting them with a gentle push of his paw. Welcome to Video Outpost... Oh, it's you. You're back.