You bound up and after the Rippier, ready to offer them a hanky for their awful cold, but they look at you in wild panic and run away through the store, bowling over customers as they go.
Behind you, you hear a CLANG followed by a series of WHOMPs and screams. Bursting out of the barrels, hiding under a thin layer of poor quality trout, were three PISCEANS. One is aggressively whomping customers with its meaty tail, two are desperately gobbling up all the fish you helped lay out on display today.
