After having almost given up, your eyes light up at the sight of the golden-brown fur of the lion costumes at the back of the store. You take one out and briefly examine it. You’re astonished at not only the athletic build of the costume and its rough fur but the incredible realism in the mask. You jerk the costume off of the rack and away from the various other lion costumes. You excitedly walk to the counter.
“How much for the costume?”
The cashier, in a muscular dragon suit, seems to hesitate and look at your body before answering.
‘Huh. Well, we do need an extra lion mascot,’ he thinks to himself. ‘I suppose he’ll do. I mean, how often does someone this muscular want to be in a costume?’
“Oh... uhhh... actually, sir, we have a special halloween deal on those today. You get to keep it and get a complimentary tailoring of the costume for taking it off our hands, but you have to work for us for a little.” ‘Heh. He doesn’t suspect a thing.’
Your eyes lit up at the cashier’s words. “Oh my gosh sure! What’s the work?”
“Come with me. We can talk to the manager.”