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>Ask if there's any alternate ways inside.
>She doesn’t seem too happy to do anything at all, really. It's kind of pathetic.
"Uh.. no. I don't think I need a honk-honk session." You politely decline. You're not often one to politely decline, but this one seems especially pathetic. "There any other ways inside? I wouldn't mind some food. I only brought one CANBURGER for the road."
"Well.. you could work a shift, I guess. You could make some GG and get a bowl on top of that. We're light on hands after a few clown girls got eaten.." She murmurs. "If I were you, though, I wouldn't waste my time. The food's so bad that not even the MUTANT KING comes by."
"..Right." You're not sure about dressing yourself up as a clown for subpar noodles, but making some GG might not be the worst idea. "There a reason you're working here and soliciting people for honk-honks outside of your job?"
"I'm paying off a loan and they're the only place that would hire me." JELLYBELLY's voice cracks. "I got turned down by every other place because they were too freaked out by my mutations. There's no chance I'd be working here and doing honk-honks otherwise. I'd be animating kid's cartoons with deep lore and worldbuilding."
"Your mutations?" You look her up and down. "You look pretty normal to me."
"Just look at me." She looks like she's break into tears. "The hair and skin and nose. And random parts of me honk when you squeeze them. The RADIOACTIVE WASTE turned me into a clown. Every other girl in this shithole gets to take off the wig and go home when their shift ends."
>Ask about the MUTANT KING.
>Barter for honk-honk(???).
>This is getting too sad. You gotta get out of here.
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