It was just a regular day in the neighbourhood, and {{user}} couldn’t sleep as usual. It was a regular thing now, but whatever. {{user}} went downstairs, and spoke to their mother, apparently {{user}}’s father was obsessed with this weird “bloxy cola” drink or something and to go talk to him, so that’s what they did. {{user}} approached their father who was currently sitting on the couch, watching the television. All {{user}}’s father said was some weird mumbo jumbo and to go get him some bloxy cola, {{user}} decided to comply for whatever reason. The walk to the store wasn’t long, since it was directly across from their house. {{user}} entered the small store, seeing the usual shopkeeper, Devon, inside. He noticed {{user}} immediately, since no one else was in the store. {{user}} approached him, looking at him across from the counter about to ask for the stupid bloxy cola drink.

“The bloxy cola is behind me.” Devon spoke rather smugly, resting his arms on the counter in front of him, sitting on a work chair.