Shoes.

Chapter Three.

Don't own, don't sue.

Max was going through the routine check of the shoes, Fang, Iggy, and Nudge trudging behind yet again

with three bags per person. They looked to each other, nodded, and stepped forward. "Um, Max..." Nudge said.

"What the hell!" Max looked up, annoyed by the interruption.

"We all agree and I think it's safe to say that...well."

Fang helped her. "I think you have too many shoes-"

"SHUT UP." Max returned to choosing shoes.

The clerk to the store came ou. "I think you have too many shoes-"

"SHUT UP." Max yelled, becoming agitated.

The store manager came out. "I think you have too many shoes-"

"SHUT UP!" Max kicked the manager, putting her foot on the poor guy's neck.

"Stupid boy." She said softly. She then turned to pick out more shoes.

"I'm just glad that wasn't me." Iggy sighed.

"Yeah, you've been through enough." Nudge and Fang patted him on the back.

Iggy sniffled.

Fang, Iggy, and Nudge, stood there, watching Max kill more people to get more shoes. Would anyhting work?


There was, however, one pair that made her stop.

"These shoes are three hundred dollars."

Her mouth hung open, shocked by the awesomeosity og the shoes.

"These shoes are three hundred dollars."

Flies flew into her mouth.

"These shoes are three hundred FUCKING dollars."

She looked up. "LET'S GET 'EM!"