>>5760685>>5760717>>5760941>>5761093>>5761165>>5761195>>5761199You are still too tired from taking a shit and getting your back broken. (And not in a fun way...)
You want to do a big spectacular entrance, but man, who cares. Fuck that. Fuck this. Let's just go inside...
But nothing could prepare for the horrors that lie beyond that door...
...<span class="mu-i">An office!</span>
Well. Not really just that. This was a special office, one only for VIPs. The walls were painted red, and decorated with many candy-related trophies and photos. This is some Willy W*nka shit. "Best Chocolate of 2016"? "Most Children Satisfied 2005", "Sweetest Flavor Award", "Guines Record for most Bubble Gum Swallowed"... A cozy rug sits in the middle, shaped like a lollipop, the stick of which was pointed towards a dark red wooden desk. You raise your sight, and see...
The one sitting there, on a very tiny rotating chair, in front of a huge window with a scenic view to the rest of the mall...
<span class="mu-i">"Oh, Mall Santa, only you get me..."</span>
A curvy, mature businesswoman with short hair and a dark red pinstripe suit strokes the beard of a guy dressed up as Santa Claus. Was this some kind of weird fetish thing? Maybe she really likes Christmas. The man doesn't say anything, he just grins, and despite looking directly at you, he doesn't seem to react to your arrival.
<span class="mu-i">"All I want for the holidays... Is for our sweetness to flow forever~"</span> She says as she keeps sitting on his knees like a child. Why is he on her chair anyway? <span class="mu-i">"Love your beard so much, it's so busy, hoohoohuhuhu~!"</span> Okay it may be a weird fetish thing.
Unfortunately it seems she is too giddy to notice you either.
That or your challenge just means that little to her.
Not like you can blame her, you're also pretty distracted on your own remembering something completely unrelated...
What now?
>Cough a couple times to try and get her attention.>Wave your hands in the air like you don't care.>Fly through the people as they stop to look and stare. Do your dance, do your dance, do your dance for me, maaaaama come on baby tell me what's the w- NO! Come on man we gotta FOCUS! Talk to her! 