This chapter took me longer than expected/hoped. I've been rather busy lately, what with school and other things/places I go to on a regular bases. Procrastination has also been haunting me. Bleh. I'll try to post chapters up faster/sooner. I apologize. But here is chapter 4, finally.

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The automatic doors slid open. The unusual looking pair stepped inside the Ralph's. Saitama at this point decide to loosen his grip on Genos' hand until they lost all contact. The blonde couldn't help but feel a little empty at the sudden development.

A big goofy smile grew across Saitama's face. He looked around the store as if it were an oasis. I mean, they were already in the desert, right? The Ralph's was better than he imagined. He trotted up and down the aisles admiring the selection.

The caped baldy must not have been aware of how fast he was actually going. He tried to stop dead in his tracks-something having caught his eye, but instead slid a ways further down the aisle. The sound of tire screeching and the smell of burning rubber brought silence across the whole store. It was like Death himself came about and reaped whatever noise lived throughout the inside of these walls that were simultaneously holding great deals at considerably low prices.

Saitama backtracked. The sound of a truck backing up faint in the ears of all who witnessed him. His face was stunned, he stood there for moments before Genos jetted over, worried that something had offended his master. The red gloved hand slowly reached in front of him. The hand took a firm grip of the object causing such emotional tension. The hand slowly brought it to the face of the egg head to examine it.

Saitama gasped, "I can't believe they have it!" Still looking down at the marvel, "Canned. BREAD! This town is GREAT!" He kept a grip on the can as he continued on admiring the display.

What was canned bread even? Genos thought. How do they stick an entire loaf of bread into that dinky little can? No seriously, how? The cyborg sighed, at least his master was happy. He loved the sight. It was cute. The strongest entity alive being this quirky. He held a hand up to his own cheek, blushing. He couldn't help but day dream again. Playing some of his erotic fantasies over and over again in his mind.

How long was he even standing there? Passerby's glaring at him as they passerby'd. Though, it wasn't until he heard his name being shouted from the other side of the store when he came back down to Earth. Genos had walked eagerly over to the checkout counter where his master was currently stationed. Next to him, a huge cart filled to the brim with stuff. He glared at the cart.

"Now all we need to do now is pay." Saitama spoke rather cheerfully. He was proud of himself for getting all this stuff at what he assumed was a reasonable low price. Nothing in the store had any sort of indication of price. It was odd, but it was a sale Saitama thought. Isn't this what you're supposed to get out of a sale? The two continued to checkout there cart full of useless possessions.

"Master, are you sure you have enough to pay for all this?" Genos was concerned.

"How many times do I have to tell you? Don't call me master." He proceeded with putting his wanted purchases on the conveyer belt.

"Why must you kink-shame the poor robot?" A sentient patch of haze asked. They were working behind the counter, totaling the price of his purchase. Genos made a gesture with his arm as if to say, See!? This guy knows what's up! Genos was able to detect that the comment came from the sentient patch of haze, him being a battle-ready cyborg and all. However Saitama was confused and concerned. He looked around, trying to find whoever said the comment.

"Over here, dingus." The sentient patch of haze said. They waved an arm-like patch of gas in his face. The man jumped out of his skin. Is this a ghost? This really wasn't normal. Saitama slowly reached a hand out to poke the sentient patch of haze. Of course his arm went through the being entirely, they were in a gaseous state. He kept poking until the sentient patch of haze interrupted him, "Please stop before I call the Sheriff's secret police for sexual harassment."

Saitama stopped, blushing slightly, "Uh, sorry..."

"You two aren't from around here, are yooooouu?" The sentient patch of haze unnecessarily drawing out the "you".

"No, we aren't actually..." Genos paused for a moment, collecting his thoughts. Wording what to say, "This isn't Night Vale... Is it?" What other place would it be though? Whoever heard of sentient patches of hazes, or canned bread? Uhg.

The sentient patch of hazed laughed with the slight snort, "Well DUH. Can't you even READ!?" Gas started to swirl around the counter top. Right there, in the weird plastic-rubbery plate that I guess most store counter tops have, it reads:

WELCOME TO NIGHT VALE

"Where the sun is hot. The moon is beautiful, and mysterious lights pass over head while we all pretend to sleep."

The two gazed at the plastic-rubbery plate as if it were actually awe inducing. Do you know how long these guys were just staring down at this plate for? Like, I dunno, 20 minutes? The sentient patch of haze had already finished checking out their items by the time they were able to recollect themselves and become consciously aware once again. The sentient patch of haze tried snapping to grab their attention, but alas, they have no fingers.

"So how much will it be?" Saitama now elbow resting on the counter, in a sort of cocky or confident pose. The sentient patch of haze looked at their cash register for a moment before answering.

"That'll be... Two tears from the cyborg there. Assuming he can produce tears." Saitama had a look of dumbfound on his face, while his cyborg companion showed no emotion, for he was a battle ready cyborg. The sentient patch of haze continued, "Look, I know it's pricey, but seriously. The economy ain't as good as it used to be." They sighed, waiting for payment.

Saitama turned towards Genos, he was yet again concerned. Genos knew what his teacher was so concerned about. Could Genos really cry? I mean, it wouldn't be hard to simulate a crying experience. Just leak oil or whatever from your eye sockets, right?

Genos let out a breath, closing his eyes. He began to play a memory in his robotic mind of his. An awful memory. A tragic memory. His breathing became more audible and erratic. The sentient patch of haze gestured towards a box of tissues that were conveniently placed on the counter. Saitama quickly pulled one out, almost pulling out a dozen or so, and handed it to Genos. The cyborg took the tissue without question, nor hesitation. He brought it up to his face, close to his eyes.

Sobbing, breathing, and flushed cheeks. It took longer than hoped for the blonde to produce what he imagined to be tears. Black droplets oozed from his assumed tear ducts, before bleeding into the tissue. He sniffled, handing the oil stained currency towards the sentient patch of haze.

"Thank you," the sentient patch of haze started, "If you could leave it on the counter, that'd be great. Oh, and would you like a receipt?"

Saitama looked over to the sentient patch of haze in relief, "No, I think we're good. Thank you." As he headed towards the exit. His taller, blonde comrade following along shortly behind.