He's going to have to get some cucumbers, he's going to have to USE cucumbers... like an animal. Randy sighs and starts heading to the supermar- oh wait he's been banned. He will have to go to the shady shop around the corner.
"Chrises Cucumbers", that's the name of the weird shop. The owner, Chris, has been suspected for murder. But that shop is the best thing Randy's got. He enters the shop, there he sees Chris putting some cucumbers into a jar with some weird blue liquid. Not water, that's for sure. Chris notices Randy.
"Oh, hello," she says, "welcome to my cucumber heaven."
Ew. Cucumber heaven? Who says that? Freakshows and suspected murders, that's who. "Can I purchase some cucumbers?"
"Of course, that's why you came here, right? I'll get you some." Chris gets up and grabs one of the jars.
"Uh Chris- can you get a jar without the blue liquid? If you have any." Randy nervously asks.
"Oh, yeah. You people prefer bland ol' cucumbers right? I'll get you a jar." Chris goes to a hidden room Randy didn't even notice and comes back out with a somewhat normal looking cucumber jar. "Since it's different from the others, it's going to cost more. That makes sense, right? $10.00."
Oh! Randy needs to pay. He forgot. "Um... about that-" Randy stops and throws Chris's head against the table until she is unconscious. He grabs the cucumbers and runs out of there. There was a little bit of blood on left on the jar.
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Life Would be a Dream ~ A Story About Pickles
RastgeleOne day Randy decides he wants a pickle. Things happen and it's quite ridiculous.
