[i]The window of the Blockbuster crashes open and gives birth to a tumbling cloaked shape. The shape stands, waves it’s hand, and the window repairs itself. Approaching the counter, the shape asks, “What is the rarest, most dangerous, and/or most exotic item you have?”[/i]
English
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“Uhh... we sell movies bro.”
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“Movies? Do any of them explode? Or instill madness in the viewer? Or are responsible for the fall of a civilization?”
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“Uhhh”
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“What say you, oh chronicler of [i]movies[/i]?”
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*The kid scratches his head and starts chugging a caprisun*