Across the street, a large man made of vines punches in the glass door to Schmeindrick's deli, and a woman in a green costume reminiscient of Captain Cold's without the fur or the hood walks through. She's holding an odd green gun.
"Alright sir. I'm afraid you'll have to give me all the money in your drawer and your safe and then close down this house of desecration permanently."
The big plant man smashes the display case with it's arm and the small German man behind the counter starts emptying the cash drawer into a bag.
The sound of the commotion can be heard right across the street at Western Time Watch Repairs.
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