Roxy and Carian wondered the fifty streets of the city of Detroit, searching for a clothing store. Five men happened to pinch their bottoms within ten minutes; six people mistook them for porn stars, and women had shielded their childrens eyes and threatened to sue them.

"Maybe we shouldn't dress like sluts." Roxy suggested, pointing to the store across the street. "If we dress more modestly then people won't think we are hookers."

The store sign had a thimble on the side with a needle and thread beside it with words written in the thread. The mannequins were barely visible on the display window due to the amount of excess clothing, covering anything below the neck.

"This looks like something a normal persons grandmother would wear." Carian commented, with a smirk on her face, laughing at the strange clothes. "I'm sick of these people calling us skanks. Men in Eferia are not nearly as immature as these people, probably because they also wear clothing that flashes their hips, chest, etc.. "

They walked into the store, grabbing the doily clothing off of the rack, randomly, not caring if it's too big. Coming to the counter Roxy placed coloured bills of Sid, as the cashier looked at them as if they came from another planet and asked, "What is this money, Canadian? We only except American dollars, which are in bills in an ugly greeny brown."

"We don't have American money." Carien hissed, taking the Sid back into her pocket. "Where can we get some? Are there random monsters roaming around where we can take their money?"

"You mean the gangstas?" The cashiers questioned, placing the dresses back on the hangers. "There are millions of those here in Detroit, but I wouldn't recommend stealing their money. We are looking for two sales associates here, but we can't hire strippers."

"Can we have the job?" Roxy asked. "We need grandma clothes, immediately!"

"What job experience have you had in the past? Don't say prostitution, that's illegal."

"We are not whores!" Carien screamed, crossing her eyebrows as they started to twitch. "We used to be in the warriors in the military."

"Good enough, you're hired!"

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"Calintz, who are their children?" Eonis asked, slapping him in the face.

"Um…" Calintz hummed, taking a big gulp. "Amila and Serina."

"Oh ya, those are dem names!" Fred said, with a giggle.

"What the hell?" Serina screamed, out of shock. "My dad is a stoner and Amila's father isn't? This isn't fair!"

"Ya, her father is the same as Calintz's." Katherine added. "Maybe we should contact Jerry."

"Ew, Calintz was in love with his half sister!" Raul commented, with a disgusting look on his face.

"I didn't know, okay!" Calintz defended himself as he stormed out of the closet full of books. "At least I have Serina to make out with; she's better than Reith."

"I'm not your real father Calintz!" A voice was heard from the distance. "Your mom, someone who is viewed as innocent, is also a slut."

"See!" Calintz argued sticking out his tongue. "I did not fall in love with my half sister!"

"Then who is your real father?" Eonis asked. "I guess we have another quest, or we should all settle this on Jerry Springer."

"No way!" Raul bickered, shoving himself out of the library. "We aren't trailer trash, we know proper grammar, we have well-paid jobs, which makes us too good for that show. Wait, I forgot! My son is the only one qualified for that show."

"Then let's go on Montel!"

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AN: I'm lazy, so this chapter is very short! At least I updated, finally! Check out my other stories, which are being updated more often. Ignore the spelling and grammar errors.