Good Godbear, that would be terrible having Chris as a Wal-Mart greeter....
8:12am
Chris: Mmm... we-welcome to Wal-Mart, home of... of LITTLE BIG PLANET 2 ONLY FOR THE PLAYSTATION THREE!
Customer: *polite smile, maybe a chuckle*
Chris: Hmm, yeah... *starts to trail after them* it's on sale in the- the electronic aisle... do you have any small children? They would lo-they would.... love it with the fullest.......
Child: *coming in with the main customer, staring at Chris with awe and confusion*
Chris: Oh! *makes eye contact and squats down to the child, at the same time emitting butt stank odors* HAW-ROH! *begins his "Donald Duck" impression* AHM DONALD DOCK! WELCUM TO WAL-MARR! ACK! ACK! ACK! ACK!
Child: *overwrought with fear, falters back and falls on his ass.*
*at this moment, the child's mother, a younger woman, mid to late twenties, scoops up her child and begins to look at Chris with appropriate disgust*
Chris: *stank level rising alongside his mojo* Hmmm! *rises up to his feet* He-hello young laaah-dee! Welcome to- to Wal-Mart! Hm! *voice reaching two octaves higher* We have alll the savings! Are you... are you looking for underwear? I like the Hanes, myself! Hm-hm! Whee!*
Woman: *muttering to herself, backing away from Chris*
Chris: Hmmm! *leering closer, sniffing the air behind her* I like your perfuuuume... it's like my momm... like my mother's! Hmmm!
Woman: *powerwalking away from him*
Chris: *shuffling in place, one hand in his pants pocket, adjusting himself in public, the other fishing out a Pokeball he bought from the vending machine. With all the strength of a 10-year-old, he wings the Pokeball at the woman, missing her by fifty feet, and instead, clocks an octogenarian square in the left eye*
Chris: !!! *begins to panic, turns, runs towards the automatic doors, and hides in Son-Chu for the remainder of the day before slipping back inside to try and clock out for 10 hours of hard, laborious work.*
End Scene