You and Mushitaro had gone to a mall not too long ago, with an empty cart. But It's Mushitaro we're talking about. The cart is overflowing now and you're just tired of walking around and the constant noise of people talking.

"Ooo, we should look around this aisle next! It has the stuff I use."

He's collectively got more skincare than you, your mother, and every woman you've been friends with combined. You were afraid to see what was down this aisle.