Entering a store, you grab a small basket, you walked to aisles but then you saw the last box of cereal as you tried to reach for it after a minute. You felt a body press behind your back, grabbing the snack beside the box of cereal. You turn your head to see a goat headed looking person who is holding a bottle of vodka, yet he looks like 21 and doesn’t seem to look happy… or human, for that matter

"What are you looking at?" he look down at you, a magnetic voice