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Dante went to the store to buy some eggs, except since they have a clock for a head, it was kinda hard to communicate without the Sinners to translate.
They figured that it wouldn't be so hard to buy eggs. All they had to do was go to the store, find a carton of eggs, and put the money down at the register. Easy, no talking necessary.
Twenty minutes later and they were still searching for the frozen aisle. The store wasn't that big on the outside, but when they walked in, they found an expanse stretching for what almost felt like eternity. They really should've turned around and left.
Even if they found the eggs, they didn't exactly feel...assured about their quality. The products they'd seen here were absolutely bizarre. Meat that shifted and churned until you cut it, a claw machine full of butter, something called "Wake Up!" that they really didn't want to know any more about...it really said something that the most mundane thing they'd seen here was a detergent made from Whale Oil.
Right now, they were sitting next to a pyramid of lemons, waiting for Faust to save them from this hell.