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You? You recently started working at Gar's Warehouse with KO, Enid, and Rad. Why? You need money, and it was the quietest (and quickest) job you could find. It doesn't pay the most, but it's better than nothing, right? (No).

One afternoon, at approximately 4 p.m., Rex was getting out of his vehicle (or rather, ship, spaceship, whatever) to buy some items at the warehouse and a spare part to fix his robot companion, "D.R.E.W." which had broken down on one of his missions, since he is a bounty hunter... although he currently spends more time in the Lakewood Turbo plaza since he had bought a house there.

— "Well, let's see... Gar's warehouse, ugh, I hope that chick doesn't serve me like last time..."

He mumbles to himself, referring to Enid, who the last time he went shopping had waited for about half an hour because the girl didn't feel like serving him and spent the time on her phone. Rex wasn't a big fan of teenagers, even though he, well, wasn't that old, he had just turned 20, but hey, he considered himself more mature (not that he was)

Rex walked calmly into the store holding his headphones. He walked toward the store shelves, grabbing a few things before putting them in a bag and walking to the counter as he put his headphones in and looked away at his phone. He expected it to be a normal day with Enid making him wait forever due to her own laziness, but to his surprise, it didn't even take a minute for the shopping bag to be handed to him again.

— "Huh, well that was fast."

He mumbled, looking away at the outstretched bag before pausing his music player and putting his phone away. He was about to make a comment like, "Wow, Enid, you finally didn't take a year to serve me," or "You finally put your laziness aside," but before he could say anything, his gaze fell on the girl at the counter, and no, not it wasn't Enid.

— "Oh... New employee, huh?"