A customer, KAREN, emerges from a fitting room with an item in hand. Approaches Ash.
KAREN
Do you have this in a ten?
ASH
How did you get in here?
KAREN
I’m not finished shopping.
ASH
Ma’am have you been here the whole time?
KAREN
I’ve been in the fitting rooms.
ASH
Ma’am we’re closed.
KAREN
People will give any excuse to not do their jobs these days.
ASH
Ma’am-
KAREN
-I’d like to speak to the manager
ASH
… I am the manager.
KAREN
Then I’d like top speak to your manager.
The toll of the bell. An awful smog rolls in, black and buzzing with flies. The smog flows in and reconstitutes into an awful figure, a vacuum of light and joy with glowing red eyes and long, tall horns. Ash, and Fin bow to the Regional Manager, supplicating on the floor.
REGIONAL MANAGER
Ṛ̸̘̠͐E̸̬͋C̸̟͙͌͝͠Ỉ̸͎̮͠T̷̨͍͆̅̃E̶̱̰̤͗ ̶̠̗̯̂̑Y̴̛͕O̴̲̅͒͊Ủ̸̘R̸̡̟̠̒̔͘ ̵̥͂V̷̿̄͜O̶̺̯͑͆Ẅ̸̧̢̬́S̶͔̬͚̈́.̸͈̤̂̓́
ASH & FIN in unison
The Customer is Always Right.
REGIONAL MANAGER
Ä̵̺̲̳́͛G̵̖̑̀̚A̴̡̻̋͌͂I̴̖̚N̶͓̊.̷̬̗̀
ASH & FIN in unison
The Customer is Always Right, the Customer is Always Right, the Customer is Always Right…
Chanting in monotone, a hundred voices: The Customer is Always Right.
REGIONAL MANAGER
Ş̷̭͋I̷̧͇̓̂͜͠L̶̼̂͒E̷̢̖̟̿̃̔N̷̡̰̐̀̂C̸̣̗̅̓͛E̴̛͕̎
They hush.
REGIONAL MANAGER
D̵̮̍̍̕I̷̪̪̒͜D̸̮̤́̒͝ ̴̩̥̪̅͗̃S̷̗̔̃͌O̶͇̽̕M̷̞̜̎E̶̗̲̅̕͜O̷̰̍̈́̚N̸͙̪̮̓É̴̱̃ ̶̖̣͐̆R̴̲͇͍̕E̴̡̨̘͠͠Q̴̛̳U̴͈͒͆E̵̱̠͋Ṡ̶̢̫̇̐T̸̨͖͂ ̴̈́̍̓͜T̸̨̳͊̎O̷̺̳͐ ̵̼̰̑͌S̸̼̩̈́P̵̫͔͂E̸̱͗̀͘A̵̮͌̏̓K̸͇̏͑̀ ̵̱͌̕W̶̱̰͓͋̾I̷̛̠͚̜̒T̴̻̺̯͗̋̎H̸̙̖̺́ ̶̮̦̙͆̄T̴̡͝H̵̢̪̒̎̾Ě̵͔͑ ̷̖̰̫̎̿͘M̶͚͙̔̇͠A̷̻̦̱͌N̸̨͍̾Ą̷͋G̸͚̗͖̾́E̴͙̲̿̓R̷̦͒̕.̶̫́͗̏