"Oh? Absolutely! That'll be one-trillion widgets. Who's buying?"
Frexx looks embarrassed and points at Carreg.
Carreg points the pistol. "We will not use your widgets!" He spits at the ground and continues, "That currency was manufactured by the bourgeois Turaga on the backs of Matoran slaves! The People declare no more!"
Carreg points the pistol. "We will not use your widgets!" He spits at the ground and continues, "That currency was manufactured by the bourgeois Turaga on the backs of Matoran slaves! The People declare no more!"
A matoran of fire walks in and looks at Carreg wearily. "...Are you trying to rob this shop?"
Carreg points the pistol. "We will not use your widgets!" He spits at the ground and continues, "That currency was manufactured by the bourgeois Turaga on the backs of Matoran slaves! The People declare no more!"
A matoran of fire walks in and looks at Carreg wearily. "...Are you trying to rob this shop?"
The Po-Matoran whirls around, pistol aimed at the Matoran's head. "I am repossessing it for the People!"
A matoran of fire walks in and looks at Carreg wearily. "...Are you trying to rob this shop?"
The Po-Matoran whirls around, pistol aimed at the Matoran's head. "I am repossessing it for the People!"
The gun is magnetized to the ceiling. "Hey, if this is a robbery, I'm going to have to report you." The sale bot lifts an index finger to a button on his temple.
