Knives sighed as he entered the place that would be his place of employment for who knows how long. Retail'r'us.

He grumbled. This was all Vash's fault.

He turned to the nearest employee.

"Ok. I'm here. What do I do?"

The employlee blinked at him.

"Um...what did you come in here to do?"

Knives growled, growing impatient.

"I'm here to work! Why else would I be here?"

The employee nodded in understanding.

"Ah. I see now. Ok, you'll be working in the photo department, devoloping peoples film. Grab that vest and get to work.

By the way, I'm Susan."

Knives stared at her.

"Shouldn't I have training first?"

Susan waves him off.

"You won't need it. Hurry up! You already have a line!"

Knives shakes his head and walks behind the photo counter, talking to the first customer.

"What do you want?"

Customer gasps, not beleiving what he heard.

"How dare you talk to me like that! I am a customer I will not stand for your rudeness! I'm reporting you to a manager!"

Knives rolls his eyes as the customer storms off, continueing with the next.

"Um...how may I help you?"

The customer hands him a disposeble camera.

"I want this devoloped. In an hour."

Customer leaves without further word. Knives raises and eyebrow, wondering what to do next.

After a few minutes of debating, he simply stuck it in one of the machines where it would fit. That cuased the machine

to beep at him repeatedly until it died.

Knives looks around to see if anyone else noticed, then walked away quickly.

Knives wanders back to Susan.

"Susan. Something's wrong with the machine. Let me take your position."

Susan shrugs and lets him have it.

Knives doesn't even talk to his first customer, taking his money and bagging the items.

"Hey, what about my change?" The customer asked.

Knives grunts.

"You don't get any. Now leave."

Customer snorts and yells as he leaves.

"I'm going to send a complaint about you!"

Knives ignores him and continues. After thirty minutes he abandons the post completly to get away from the complaining customers.

Susan walks up to him.

"Knives! What are you doing? Theres a line at the registers and some people are even leaving without paying!"

Knives raises an eyebrow.

"Good for them."

Susan shakes her head.

"I can't deal with this. You're fired."

Knives laughs and races out the door.

"thank you!"

Later, Knives arrives at the apartment he shared with his brother. Vash comes running out.

"Knives! Did you get fired again? You weren't even working an hour! I had to sell your gun to pay the rent!"

Knives glared at Vash.

"You did what? Why do we need to pay the rent anyway? I killed the landlord last week!"

Vash screams.

"You killed him? How could you? And why didn't I notice?"

Knives shrugs.

"How should I know? All I know is that you'll be getting my gun back or I'll take away your donuts."

Vash cries.

"So cruel..."