Much to his dismay, Dale spilled half the bottle of magic shower water onto the other shopper, a punky guy with a spike haircut, black eye shadow, black lipstick, heavy piercing in his nose, lips, cheeks, and ears, a bone necklace, a sleeveless black t-shirt, a charcoal and gray kilt, black knee-high nylons, and combat boots.
"Bummer, dude," the punk mumbled darkly. "Can't you, like, find someone your own kind to douse?" In his cart were black pepper, black beans, blackstrap molasses, black licorice, blackened catfish, black bread and blackberry jam.
"That's magic shower water," Dale tried explaining.
"Right, and I'm a werewolf and this is my mother's wedding dress," the punk replied. Then, after a moment's reflection, he advised, "Do not meddle in the affairs of wizards, for they are subtle and quick to anger," and moved off. Dale heard him ask a clerk where to find black olives.
"So, you gonna drink the rest of that?" Scott asked Dale.
"Yeah, before I spill it," Dale remarked, then he drained the bottle and headed for the ladies room. Then the punk reappeared and nearly bowled over Dale as he headed for the men's room.
