"This really isn't my day," the man said, holding a hand up to his bowler hat. "Do you have any idea how hard it is to find a dust shop open this late? Isn't it past your bedtime, kid?"

"Isn't it past yours?" You countered.

You felt heat creep up to your neck as the thieves burst into laughter.

"Oh, wow," Torchwick said with a chuckle. "I needed that. Alright boys, ge-"

"I would like to buy this dust," one of the bystanders said to a terrified storekeeper. She ignored the ongoing chaos.