The second you saw it you knew you had to have it. Not knowing how long it had been there, or why no one else had the foresight to get it, you saw it and knew it was for you. Hanging in a corner of the store was a white, glowing toga, something that seemed both incredibly foreign and yet perfect just for you. What did it do? How did they get it? It looked so inviting, so hypnotic.
You grab the hangar and take it to the clerk. "Do you know where this thing came from?" You ask. The clerk gives a small smile and holds out his hand. "This is very old indeed, my boy. Some say it's immortal. Use it wisely..."
You buy the toga and pack it quickly in your bag. "It'll be perfect for Joey's party tonight." You think. Or you could wear it elsewhere.