Vandal storms into the basement, kicking open the door with his foot as his hands and mouth are all full of things.
"Mmmf mfmf mmmfmfmmf."
He stops, finds and empty table in the corner and deposits his cargo there, spitting out the handle of the bag he had been carrying in his teeth.
"Sorry I'm late, telephone ocmpany sucs, work sucks, all that rot. Holy shit, it's LovelyAngel. And UWC. Get a couple more in here and it'll be an old folks reunion or somethin. But to the point."
A spotlight forms on Vandal, the rest of the room darkening.
"Happy fucking belated birthday Bishou."
A pair of kawaii furry chicas walk up, dressed in fukus and grinning their fuzzy little ears off as they gesture to the multidue of large and small boxes and bags on the table.
"Johnny, tell him what he's won."
A voice booms from out of nowhere, "Right you are Vandal. Bishou, for your birthday, you've won a specialty gift selection form the finest stores, hole in the walls and black markets in the galaxy! First off, we'll begin with this lovely assortment of Creator's Pens! An assortment of 12 colors, life really will imitate art when your artwork comes to life, literally when made with these little beauties! Secondly, A selection of fin b33rs from around the world, darks lights, Belgian, Korean, American, French, German, Australian, and the list only gets longer!"
The right hand furry girl draws a shining silver case from one of the bags on the table, holding it to the light with a wide grin, leaning forward ever so slightly to catch the eye, the case strategically placed to be in the line of view.
"Next up, from the parent company, Legacy Mulispacial Industries, the Replicant Cigarete case. A popular item with heavy smokers and old ladies, the Replicant Cigarette case will never urn out of your favorite smokes, always filled to the brim. Rumors say that even other types of smokes can be replicated, if you catch my drift Bishou."
After replacing the case in it's bag, the pair of furries each heft the end of a rather large box, carrying out to stand on it's end. Each grab a corner and prepare to open the box.
"And as always, there has to be at least one not so serious gift, and here's todays! The one and only, yours for the keeping, CybOrgasMatrix! As first shown by Kyhm in the Expatriates Forum, she'll be there for you till the end!"
The girls throw back the cover on command to reveal the "cybernetic" reality lovedoll, giggling all the while.
"And to go along with it Bishou, we're going to throw in a pair of helpers. Kira and Tammy, go give Bishou a big hug!"
The two catgirls pounce at Bishou, hugging and purring against him.
"Both fully trained and license in the arts of massage and gymnastics, they're the life of any party!"
The spotlight fades and Vandal slumps into a seat, snagging a beer and chugging it down.
"Man I hate shopping. Happy fucking birthday man."
_________________ "Like a game of pick up sticks,
played by fucking lunatics"
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