“You scratch
my back, I'll scratch yours.”
Edward
Scissorhands*
Today I looked
at a cloud, it was shaped like a shape. Anyway onto the flash
fiction!
Dealing With
A Customer
“I was here
first, all of these dolls should be mine!” The man in the lab coat
and deep-green goggles said. His skin color resembled rust and behind
him sat a robot with ten mechanical arms, each with a shopping bag in
hand.
A herd of angry
parents faced him. One mother said, “That's a load of
baloney! We were all here at the same time! We should all get one!”
“Simpletons!”
The man replied with a growl. “I am Doctor Infini-Minds! For my
plan to work in budget I need all the sales bargains to myself and my
plans are more important the trifles of you lesser folk.”
Veteran
employee Mark walked over to the Doctor. Working at the shop for five
years while working at college he has dealt with all kinds of
problematic people. “Doctor, Sir, at this store we value our
customers, you will get only one toy while all the other customers
will. It's only fair.” His boss taught him the value of making sure
customers keep coming back.
“You foolish,
low-class worker!” The man said. “I need all the dolls for my
evil plan! And I'm going to have them!”
Mark resisted
rolling his eyes. “I'm going to have to ask you to leave the store
Sir. Your bothering the other customers.”
Doctor
Infini-Mind refused the employee's request with a command. “You'll
be the one removed! Go my robot, take care of him!” The many armed
machine dropped its shopping bags and went after the employee. The
Doctor felt confident but the robot was wrestled, pinned and its
armed snapped at its sensitive joints quickly enough.
Mark looked at
the Doctor after piling up the robots parts in one of the shopping
bags. “Sir, I've served Black Friday shifts and 'guided' the mobs
through the malls. I have no difficulty defending myself against
customers. Now, leave the store.”
Defeated the
Doctor left the store.
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