(crawling from ice bags) Sasha, get off! It’s going into checkout mode!

Tch.

Sending... “CLOSE_STORE.exe”.

DIE, YOU HORRIBLE BIPEDAL GROCERY MANAGER!

(patting her back) Yeah. That’s the real victory.

A low GROAN echoes from inside the warehouse. The automatic doors slide open – halfway, then jam.

That’s not—