Updike, skid, and pump were walking through the store. Well, skid and pump were sitting in a shopping cart that Updike was pushing. They continued along, grabbing what was on lila’s shopping list. Updike had felt off the morning, but felt pretty ok until now. He now felt like he had a fever, and he felt tired. He did his best to ignore it for now, at least until they were done shopping. -@spooky-clouds
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'Alright, almost done with this box... Just a few more cans and you're done, Whitty. Then you have your lunch break.'
The bombhead grabbed his cap, pushing it forwards lightly to have space to wipe his brow. Mr Updike really did ask a lot of him every now and then, but they were mostly used to it by now. Just that the last customer bomb dealt with wasn't exactly the nicest... He stood up and turned around, eyes narrowing in confusion at the scene in front of them. Was that... His boss? It looked a lot like him, but from what bomb remembered, Mr Updike didn't have kids... Was he babysitting? That would make sense... And what was he wearing? It certainly wasn't his usual getup. Maybe it was a today thing? Like the kids? Well, no shame in asking.
"Uh, hi Mr Updike! I... Haven't seen these two with you before. Are you babysitting?"
