>>6114671the Merchant looks up at your question about socks
>socks? You ask me such a question as socks? I shudder to think that after all we've been through ye- of course you've got the socks, there's . . . it's socks for days. It's sock day. Look here there's socks.He opens an improbably handy door showing a room filled with socks. Socks of all kinds.
>look pete, im your best friend. You callin' me a liar? There's socks like you wouldn't believe. You're hurting my pride now, going on about socks. There's socks enough to begin again . . .And with that he uncerimoniously sets three dried ghoup heads on the counter and pushes them towards you, causing one of them to fall off and roll over to your leg where it comes to rest against your sock.
>my socksYou declare.
>oh sweet rapture. It's socks! Socks I tell you, socks!Suddenly your eyes become weepy, as you are overcome. It's all roses and sunshine now, because you have socks.
And you also have 3 heads to spend.
When you wake up from your fever dream, the merchant is gone and you're laying on a bench by a wall. Not an anti-homeless thing with an arm rest in the center, but a proper bench.
You panic a moment, thinking you've been kidnapped or robbed, vut see that your heads are in a plastic sack under you, and a bottle of water has been left on the ground next to your shoes.
Looking down at your feet, you see your precious covetted socks.
Ah yes, those illustrious socks of yours!
