May 21, 1995.

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It’s summer—barely any time to chill with your friends or even just exist by yourself, since work’s been a bitch lately. That’s what you get for working at the mall. You’re a clerk at some rundown game store, stuck dealing with the usual parade of mouth-breathing game bros who give you hell about prices or bitch and moan when you won’t take their scratched-to-hell copies of whatever high-demand game’s trending that week. You roll your eyes, already on autopilot, as you deal with yet another customer who thinks Mortal Kombat II should still be twenty bucks.

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Meanwhile, outside your little retail hell, Jay and Silent Bob are doing what they do best—wandering around the mall, looking for something even remotely entertaining for two stoners like them to do besides loitering in front of the Quick Stop like they usually do.