Demon Marcus, Sunday
Sunday, June 12th, 2016 08:50 amSparkle's mouth twitched as he stared down at a shipment of... shoes was a loose term for them, really. They went on the feet, presumably they protected them from things that might get stepped on, and he'd heard they were comfortable, but Sparkle still maintained that they were an affront against nature and that whoever had created them had to be stopped.
But here he was. In the Demon Marcus. With a whole damn case of them in assorted sizes and colours. Enough technicolor foam clogs to leave Sparkle groping for a pair of sunglasses. Or to asphyxiate him to death if he attempted to dispose of them in the traditional Demon Marcus way. But then, after that laundry strike, he'd been kind of thinking that maybe there was another way.
So, instead of throwing them directly into the burn barrel, Sparkle made a sign.
Free Crocs!
No catch. Just take them. Please, for the love of god, take them.
Half off anything in the store if you do.
That was absolutely a sound business plan, right?
[OOC: Open!]
But here he was. In the Demon Marcus. With a whole damn case of them in assorted sizes and colours. Enough technicolor foam clogs to leave Sparkle groping for a pair of sunglasses. Or to asphyxiate him to death if he attempted to dispose of them in the traditional Demon Marcus way. But then, after that laundry strike, he'd been kind of thinking that maybe there was another way.
So, instead of throwing them directly into the burn barrel, Sparkle made a sign.
No catch. Just take them. Please, for the love of god, take them.
Half off anything in the store if you do.
That was absolutely a sound business plan, right?
[OOC: Open!]