A fragile, suspiciously hackerling shaped woman answers. The wrinkles that have etched themselves under her eyes warns you of her advanced age of at least 25.
Her voice croaks from the strain of having streamed once for 2 hours that week. "What are you doing here, yinz youngins?"
"I REQUIRE CANDY" you demand at the fragiling, voice full of an emotion.
She understands. From the depths of the side of her door she pulls out a bowl. It's full of sample containers of toothpaste.
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