The Shop

>wiew

>"I am your fairy godthing."

Where am I?

Where am I?

Pothead (name pending):
"Don't you know? This here is the End of the Line!"

"Please put me down, all the blood is rushing to my head"

Pothead:
"Cor, do you bleed? Come to think of it, you aren't exactly peoples are ya?"

I am your father

>"I am your fairy godthing."

Pothead:
"Lissen chum. I may be liddle, but that doesn't mean I'm liddle in the head."

>"Mahna-Mahna"

Pothead:
"Dot do det do--"

>wiew

Pothead:
"Stop that."

> Is your boss the shopkeep?

Pothead takes you out and down the hall.

At the end of the corridor is a set of large doors.

Inside, a simple office greets you...



Pothead:
"I found a suspicious box-fing Captain!
I think it might be the prisoner Asche brought in."


You feel an intimidating presence sitting behind the desk. Its silence beckons your defense.

Alternatively...

Pothead hasn't noticed, but from your position you can easily sneak off from her plunger.

>No, no, no wait, lets see the big man 'round here. Tell 'im who's the real boss in this here establishment!! (psst its you of course)

>Claim that the girl is actually you and you are her bringing you into custody. A most cunning bit of deception.
Or
>Very noisily and clumsily try to sneak away, accidentally breaking as many things as possible.

>"I'm here to apply for employment. I got lost while looking for the bathroom. Then, I noticed that I forgot mu resume, but this liddle pothead wouldn't point me to the exit."

Snap the plunger in half

>Pretend to be inanimate

>Give the boss the finger, but spare the girl your onslaught.

>"Yes, I am that very prisoner. I was minding my own business cleaning when he up and kidnapped me! I demand to be put back so I can organize more things."

>"There is no box here, only a mildly annoyed conglomerate."

>Pretend to be inanimate

>"There is no box here, only a mildly annoyed conglomerate.

You're not fooling anyone.

Snap the plunger in half

Pothead:
"THE HOLY LANCE, GUNGUNGIR!!"

> Suffocate the girl using your strong robotic hand

You felt that.

>Very noisily and clumsily try to sneak away, accidentally breaking as many things as possible.

>No, no, no wait, lets see the big man 'round here. Tell 'im who's the real boss in this here establishment!! (psst its you of course)

>"Yes, I am that very prisoner. I was minding my own business cleaning when he up and kidnapped me! I demand to be put back so I can organize more things."

Boss:
"..."

Pothead:
"Are you sure, Captain?"

Boss:
"..."

Pothead
"Well... alright then."



Pothead has left the room.

>"I'm here to apply for employment. I got lost while looking for the bathroom. Then, I noticed that I forgot mu resume, but this liddle pothead wouldn't point me to the exit."

>Give the boss the finger, but spare the girl your onslaught.

Boss:
"..."

You feel that this interview is going well.

"I have schizophrenia and am entirely obedient to the voices. Also I love your hair."

>Creep away as sneakily as possible.
>Discord flows through my seams.

>Don't forget to look 'em in the eye and use a firm handshake.

>"Where do I see myself in five years? Well, it's my life's goal to be the corrupted god-emperor of a world of perpetual atrophy and decay, where all things wither in agonizing un-life for my own fleeting amusement."

>Start eating the plants.

>Whatever they're upset about, it's all Asche's fault.

>"yo bICtH" and then do a cool dance move like the one where you put your head in your elbow, before pushing his chair out of the window

>Enough with this nonsense! Do something constructive.

Begin making music.

>become employee of the eternity. Instantly.

Begin making music.

Make Nightcore.

Begin making music.

Make Nightcore.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xd0p7pbqDCI

"I have schizophrenia and am entirely obedient to the voices. Also I love your hair."

Boss:
"...."

The Boss seems offended.

Begin making music.

>Sing The Star-Spangled Banner
>"ey b0ss I habe cancere, can i habe pizza pls? Gibe da pusi!"

Boss:
"..."

>"yo bICtH" and then do a cool dance move like the one where you put your head in your elbow, before pushing his chair out of the window

Boss:
"..."

>Enough with this nonsense! Do something constructive.

>"Where do I see myself in five years? Well, it's my life's goal to be the corrupted god-emperor of a world of perpetual atrophy and decay, where all things wither in agonizing un-life for my own fleeting amusement."

>Start eating the plants.

>Whatever they're upset about, it's all Asche's fault.

You ponder what it means to be constructive in this particular situation.



Your pondering intensifies.

>become employee of the eternity. Instantly.

>Don't forget to look 'em in the eye and use a firm handshake.

The contract is... made?
You have now aligned yourself with THE END OF THE LINE.

>Creep away as sneakily as possible.
>Discord flows through my seams.

You quietly crawl back out into the hall.



You feel that something has changed since your last passing.

A soft drumming of bass echoes nearby.

>As a saxophone player, the bass is your sworn enemy. Find and destroy it.