"Hey, Maurice!" Grace calls across the store. "Do we have any ink remover left?"
"No!" A voice answers, but there's nobody in sight. "Sold out last week!"
Grace looks at Amy and shrugs her shoulders, looking as apologetic as possible. "When are we getting another shipment in?"
"Probably two months!"
"Two MONTHS?!" Amy screams.
"Sorry. That's the best we can do."
"So what the hell am I supposed to do until then?"
"Well, you'll be a complete zebra... erm... a complete purple and yellow zebra... in about two hours' time... you'll still be able to talk, you'll just be a zebra... so I guess you can..."