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Out of Stock
By Phoenix DeFuego
Squall collapsed onto the wooden bench with a heavy sigh, draping his arms over the backrest as he lazily slouched down. Zell looked at the depressed young man sitting beside him with a dejected look of his own.
"They're out of stock again!" Zell exclaimed miserably.
"Yeah," Squall agreed just as miserably, his gray eyes staring at the ground in frustrated disappointment. Suddenly Squall couldn't hold it in any longer and he didn't care if he sounded stupid. He needed to vent. "How do they expect us to stay strong if they never restock it?" Squall complained angrily.
"I know! If things keep up like this we're just going to wither away and die!" Zell exclaimed melodramatically, flinging his arms in the air.
"I mean, it's Balamb Garden for Hyne's sake!" Squall exclaimed while sitting up, his anger and frustration building.
"Yeah!" Zell shouted while punching his palm with his fist.
"How hard could it possibly be to keep those things in stock?" Squall seethed.
"I know they're delicious and all but they can't be that popular, ya know!" Zell fumed.
Squall blinked. "What?"
"What?" Zell echoed Squall's question. Had he said something weird?
Squall's brows were furrowed with confusion as he asked, "What are you talking about?"
"The hotdogs," Zell replied. "What were you talking about?"
"The training center," Squall replied flatly. The two teenagers blankly stared at each other for several moments. Suddenly Squall and Zell slumped down on the wooden bench in the quad and stared at the ground dejectedly.
"I hate it when they're out of stock," Zell moaned pathetically.
"Yeah," Squall grumbled.
