• Wheaties [she/her]
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    4 years ago

    It appears my master machinations have finally been revealed! For you see, Mr. Chapo, while you foolishly thought I was merely stocking shelves and scanning barcodes, I was - in fact - policing the bread isle! Gaurding baby formula from the grubby hands of the unwashed masses!

    You are so quick to say 'Defund the Police', Mr. Chapo, you failed to consider the policeman at the front of your checkout line! Yes, it is I, GORKA! Binding my time, rising to the rank of Cheif Constable Cashier of the dark order that is even now rising to power in groceries across this nation!

    Now, I have but one question for you, my dear Mr. Chapo. One question: Cash or credit?

    Cash or credit, Mr. Chapo? The. Choice. Is. Yours.

      • Wheaties [she/her]
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        4 years ago

        Certainly not in the embrace of a slender, smooth skinned Hungarian man, if that's what you're implying Mr. Chapo. The pleasures of Gorka run far deeper than that of meer flesh, as I'm sure you well know.