They stumble upon a coffee shop and their combined glare swallows every soul in it. Baristas and customers and the manager too morphed into rainbow sock wearing bland dress having clones of their army. They droned like zombies, "must obey must be crisp. Must be bland. Must wear rainbow socks."
Then they spotted it. A girl in business suit heels, tights, and bobcut. Before their eyes the jock in front of her became another businesswoman in a bobcut and hose.
