GOOD EVENING....MNEOPIANS.....



A rather shifty-looking Dirego approaches from your right, struggling to drag an oversized briefcase behind them.

I HEARD YOU WERE LOOKING FOR STRANGE JUICE.

You weren't.

ALLOW ME TO SHOW YOU.... JUICE.

The Dirego opens their briefcase dramatically.





You look unimpressed. They look nervously sweaty.

NOT YOUR FLAVOUR OF WARE?
uhm.
How about some plushies?

The Dirego brushes the morphing potions aside.





You wonder how they've fit all of this in this a suitcase.

Oh come on!

The Dirego dabs their forehead with their tie.

Okay, fine.
How about some baked goods, bigshot?




No? Some Chocolate?




You stare at the growing pile of items.
You say nothing.

The Dirego grows increasingly desperate.

WHAT ABOUT...



They quickly hide THAT item.

Oops, ignore that.
THIS.



You become increasingly unnerved at the pile of items overflowing from the suitcase. You don't know how...but you see something large and vaguely concerning being dragged from the depths of it.

If you don't want THIS, then I don't know what type of freak you are!



You cautiously agree to buy the beanbag.

YES. Score. If ANYONE can cut a deal, you better BELIEVE it's Ripley M. Offenberg.

He gives you a thumbs up and a sparkling grin. You give him a hesitant smile back as you open your wallet.