Dandy

*notices the useless items* um...do you have...anything...useful?

*Dandy's eyes light up, he points to a shelf with a bunch of random items on it* Dandy:"Well, I have this here, it's a..uhh...a pen that can write in any color you want, and it's also a flashlight, and a laser pointer, and a..uhh...a..uhh..a..uhh..a..uhh..a..uhh..a..uhh..a..uhh..a..uhh..a..uhh..a..uhh..a..uhh..a..uhh..a..uhh..a..uhh..a..uhh..a..uhh..a..uhh..a..uhh..a..uhh..a..uhh..a..uhh..a..uhh..a..uhh..a..uhh..a..uhh..a..uhh..a..uhh..a..uhh..a..uhh..a..uhh..a..uhh..a..uhh..a..uhh..a..uhh..a..uhh..a..uhh..a..uhh..a..uhh..a..uhh..a

*The bell above the shop door jingles harshly as he storms inside. He kicks Pebble, who whimpers and scurries under a table. Dandy glares at the useless junk surrounding him, his own reflection warped in a dusty mirror.* Ridiculous... *He mutters, turning his back on the mirror.* She's ridiculous.

***Dandy is currently in his shop, selling absolutely useless things, the lights flicker as his eye twitches a bit when he notices The lack of costumers, he crosses his arms, his expression darkening and his tail lashing behind him, his pet rock dog, pebble, lays on the ground next to him, bored, and Dandy growls, annoyed*** Dandy:"C'mon you fools...just BUY SOMTHIN'!! SIMPLE..!!"

you fat

Dandy:"What did you say?! I'm not fat, I'm...just...a little...chubby, but that's not the point, the point is that no one's buying my stuff and it's driving me insane!"

*tail droops with concern* Sorry. I didn't mean to... *sits down next to dreamy* Next time I'll stick to talking about... normal sandwiches.

(*I nod, leaning back slightly*) dreamy: yeah... normal sandwiches are good. no more... exotic fillings.

Deal. *tail wags* No more mystery meat.