As the sprinklers used all its stash of water. Holy or not. The soaking wet man has flooded the tile he stood at. The puddle began to shapeshift into a perfect little circle. And then a mouth, and a—
'SNAP OUT OF IT, DIRGA !'
CLACK—!!
"HAH !! YOU DANG USELESS WORKER !!" The megaphone shouted angrily, the air inside of Dirga's ears began to pop as the shout echoed across the supermarket.
The aforementioned worker shrieked and ran away, shouting apologies as it's steps began to fade away. Dirga looked back at the megaphone, the cables coming from it created a sort of illusion of a noodle body.
The megaphone seems to be attached towards the wall in a long time, judging by the rusted rubber of it's cables. The cables intersect as if the megaphone was forced this way. The intersecting cables released an almost pungent smell of rust and water.
As if the megaphone noticed Dirga staring, it's 'head' turned towards Dirga.
"AND YOU !! GET YOUR MEAT SACK OFF MY SHOP !!!!" The megaphone shouted. The resounding shout, gave Dirga's ears a bright red fluid coming out. It almost shattered his eardrums.
Though, Dirga didn't notice that... as if he was amazed at the megaphone. Something was luring the attention of his eyes towards the opponent.
A dang megaphone.
"Hahhh... what has my life gone to now ? Did I do some bad sh*t in my past life or something ??" Dirga cursed under his breath.
ZZZRPPPP—!!!
As Dirga wasted his time, cursing his life out of luck's hand. The door shutters rolled out of the glass and created a loud, thundering noise. Its metallic edge cleanly cut a ball that was on the way.
"WELL WHAT A SHAME !! SOMEE—BZZT !! ONE MUST HavE leFT A BOWLING BALL FULL OF gUUUNK MUSH AT THE DoORS !!! NoOT oUR pRoBLEE-EEEMM !!!" The megaphone gave out a full dash of clamoring noise, each voice more louder than the other. Each voice insistent on being heared, creating a broken symphony of unrythmic egos.
"YOU !! USELESS WORKER !!! GET THIS MEAT SACK ouTT THE SHOOooOOPP !!!"
—TAAKKK !!! TAAAKK !!
At the end, the megaphone created a loud banging sound, and another. And another. As if the one that controlled it is testing the mic.
SKRTTT !!
The sound of a zipper moved.
'What kind of dream am I HAVING ?'
Unnoticed by Dirga, the barcode worker suddenly began to come out of the right side of Dirga. Seemingly coming from the floor, it's teleportation caused the tile to phase beneath it's legs.
"AYEE SIRE !!" The barcode worker gave a full salute towards the megaphone. Looking at it, Dirga couldn't help but laugh. A loud, bellowing laugh. As if the insanity didn't seem to mind him more.
His two hands covered his full face, leaving just the sight of his mouth in full view.
"HAHA !! HAHhhh... HAAAHH !! I'm going.. HAH ! AAHHH... ahh.. insane am I ?" Dirga gripped the sides of his cheeks. Forming the letter U with an exaggerated smile, while still covering his eyes.
Turning towards the position of the worker,
Dirga showed the disgusting mask to it. "Hemmm... Hwaa thoooo uoo ThIInk ??"
The barcode worker titled it's head, showing a sign of confusion towards the state of Dirga. It shaked it's head telling Dirga that 'No, I did not begin to comprehend what you just did, consumer.'
Wanting to not anger the megaphone, the barcode worker gripped both of Dirga's hands shaking him to sanity. It didn't work. As expected. And when all things fail..
The worker kneeled and chanted to the megaphone dozens of failed apologies. And particularly, a very grave order.
"SIRE !! GIVE ME THE STRENGTH TO HARNESS THE POWER OF WATEEEEER !!!" The worker shouted, it's 'head' flailed as the paper became more crumpled. Truly, being the only worker in this supermarket must have rained it's stress levels high.
The small amount of light seeping through the prison hands gave Dirga enough sight to brand the worker as a...
Brave loser.
More accurately, a big, naive, crazed loser. Of course, he didn't forget to include himself in that list. In fact, it's the number one ranked of today. Only exceptions, this only angel worker. Or more plainly, a barcode worker.
The megaphone, crashed its voice comms leaving an air of static and abundance of white noise. The barcode worker waited a few seconds. Looking to it's left and right, the barcode worker did it's final duty perfectly.
....
Not getting fired. A great amount of honour blazed inside the heart of the worker.
The barcode worker stood up, it's black pants began to fill up with dust from the floor tiles. Clinging towards the black strings connecting to the fabric. The cheap pants pulled out a small little stray string.
Unravel that small line ? A lifetime of shame embedded in it's mind will take over.
Though, it didn't really care by the small jumps it did with the succesful interaction it had with it's 'boss'. The worker barely noticed the existance of the meat sack that is Dirga. A small wave towards his covered face and no response.
The worker seemed distracted from the sounds of it's own boots clawing at the floor. The topic of interest for each...
Consumer is quite hard to tally. Especially this special case..
A man with no black bar ? That's practically unheared of. Unless of course, the man called Laksa here is too unfit for it.
The worker paced around, trying to think of a small distraction to get the disgusting smile off his face.
Products ? No. That's too classified. Especially for a newbie.
Death Set ?
...
Too early. Besides, a surprise should stay a surprise.
'Even for a hundred years.'
Just as hope began to get lost, the lightbulb has shone it's electric light. Seeping into the crackes of the absorbant paper.
"Laksa ! Can I talk to you ?? Just for oneee minute ?" The barcode worker gave a very obvious signs of the promise of money with it's fingers. "Promise it will 100% be worth it !" The worker put out it's pinky to suggest it's full support of it's own deal. Shaking the pinky, the worker forcefully clutched the opposing side's bony fingers.
"If I bring even one !! ONE !! Lie into this deal... I will PROMISE to give you permission to soak my head in water... or maybe.. the ability to lay my life just for you..." The worker bristled upon contact with another cold finger. It's small giggles almost seemed quite ironic.
It paused for a few minutes, instead stalling it for far more longer. Taking notes upon how malnourished Dirga really is. His thin frame almost made the jacket more broader in silhouette.
Must be intentional design.
The vanishing rabbit picture on his shirt gave Dirga a more.. friendly and an almost innocent look.
Maybe a gift from a family ? No one knows except... the man who called himself Laksa.
Pausing for a more dramatic effect, the worker clenched it's left hand.. and coughed on it. Before finally opening the dreaded line.
"So... heh.. you ready for a deal, Laksa ?"
'I hope so.'