the cashiers sensed danger and lifted their skirts, the gusset firing nylon like spider webbing at the stranger.
"You will love our nylon, or become our nylon!" They said, as he dodges, and one girl pulled a mannequin into her pantyhose whole, absorbing it without a trace, the dress it was wearing nylonized and flowing with its new completely pantyhose fabric to the ground.
He slid behind a perfume display. "That turned ugly quick!"
