"Well, that figures..." You say as you ring up the bag of chips and lottery tickets the snug-looking man has placed on the counter. "You sure look warm and cozy in that coat..." You say as you shoot him a death glare. "By the way, how the hell did you even get here...?" The eskimo gives you a confused look and replies...
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