As the manager was thrown into the the underwear- no pantyhose display it was bizarre. An entire world of pantyhose awaited him! Castles stood by waiting, made of pantyhose. Trees and magical forests breezed in the distance as the wind rattled across distant mountains. Peasants and Kings and Queens and Nobles, all wearing and fighting for the sake of pantyhose existed in this world. In this strange, pantyhose-centric world. The most nearby building was some kind of institution, with a giant sign that read "Ms. Panty Hoes Correctional Facility for Young Managers?"
"What in the world... this is... another world? Forget Narnia, this is ridiculous!" Before he could usher another utterance, a pair of pantyhose stalks grabbed him by the neck and dragged him into the facility. They new a new manager was needed, and whoever was going to wait for one didn't have all the time in the world.
Back in the store, the Cashier checked her arm as if pretending to have a watch. (She was never off duty or took any breaks anyway- why would such a dedicated Cashier need a watch? She practically lived in the store.) It'd been almost an hour since she'd thrown the man soon-to-be manager into the underwear section, would he or rather she arrive soon?
