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He had been told to go and pick out clothes but this was a bit ridiculous. No matter where he looked the previous holiday was lingering. Either those in the Hive really enjoyed the passing of Christmas or no one had bought the products so they were left on ever shelf.
As he would prefer more choices than this the next course of action was to hunt down a worker for this shop. The bowman scanning over the racks of clothes to locate such a person now. Eyes honing in on a purple cap which bobbed between the isles. That person, they looked to be of importance here. Why else would they be so thoroughly going through each and every tacky holiday sweater?
Still he approached with caution. "Excuse me." No taps to be made on the shoulder this time around when requesting attention. Just a commanding tone fitting of a heroic spirit. "Do you know where I can find... other products?"














