Dot skidded around the corner of the aisle. The remains of half a cart were twisted around the front of her own, and she had a stalk of celery caught in her hair. There was something wild about her eyes.
The evaluator sprite’s machines buzzed again, and it looked ready to retry typing in the codes. Dot reached over and snatched the box from its hand, flinging it across the store. The game spite gaped at her, its slack face dropping into a parody of surprise.
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The evaluator sprite’s machines buzzed again, and it looked ready to retry typing in the codes. Dot reached over and snatched the box from its hand, flinging it across the store. The game spite gaped at her, its slack face dropping into a parody of surprise.
Can't... breathe... laughing... too... hard...