"Hey, Sasuke, where's the morning rush taking you?" Naruto teased as I descended the stairs sporting a sharp shirt.

"Off to work, where else?" I replied with an air of indifference. Naruto burst into mocking laughter.

"Delivering FedEx packages again? Or perhaps selling ice cream door-to-door?" he jeered, laughter punctuating his comments. All I could manage was a scowl in response.

"Look, you idiot, I bought a diamond necklace for Hinata. It's a real diamond! They paid me on the first day because I dropped the bomb that my late father used to be a manager there! How lucky can one get?" Naruto proudly proclaimed, completely overlooking my dismal reality.

"Oh, so it's the magic of nepotism or something," I sneered sarcastically.

"Of course not. I interned at that place during my second semester of college. I just didn't tell you about it," Naruto retorted, running his fingers through his hair. "Now, get to work!"

I sighed in frustration, "Fine."

"Don't forget the apartment rent, it's due soon! I don't want you owing me money! Hey, Sasuke, are you deaf?" Naruto shouted, intentionally ignored by me.

I exited the apartment and entered the elevator. Simultaneously, an elementary school girl and her mother also got in. Coincidentally, the girl held a fabric doll that seemed to be her creation. Suddenly, memories of my mannequin in the Prince Co. department store display window flooded back. A strange sense of longing emerged, urging me to meet her again.

Shortly after, I parked my motorcycle in front of the window display of Prince Co., Shibuya's oldest department store. I was shocked not to find my mannequin inside. Panicking, I checked several female mannequins in the window, but mine was nowhere to be seen. I knew my creation well; it was the only one with pink hair.

Meanwhile, a middle-aged woman, stylish and elegant, with long perfectly arranged blonde hair, exited a taxi in front of Prince Co.

"Good morning!" she greeted construction workers installing a sign that read "100th years anniversary of Prince Co." Opening the taxi door, it accidentally hit a man intending to open it for her.

"Ugh," groaned the unfortunate man, clutching his stomach.

"What a gentleman!" exclaimed the blonde woman, smiling widely, showing no sympathy for the poor man.

Proudly, she stood in front of the entrance of the magnificent department store building resembling a Roman coliseum. As she admired the sign above, suddenly, a cart carrying stones slipped from a worker's hand, pushing another worker holding the rope attached to the giant sign several meters above.

Unfortunately, the sign broke free from its hook and made a beeline for the blonde woman, who, in sheer panic, found herself unable to dodge the impending disaster.

In a poorly executed attempt at heroism, I snagged the sign in mid-air, instantly turning into a human pendulum swinging wildly in all directions.

"Whoa!" I exclaimed in terror as I soared to a height that was more heart-stopping than impressive. A crowd gathered around the blonde woman, torn between marveling at my circus-like antics and fearing the impending calamity.

This was definitely not the grand entrance I had envisioned for my visit to Prince Co. Why was my life consistently plagued by misfortune? Why did God bless me with good looks but not a stroke of luck?

"Young man, I'm sorry!" hollered the blonde woman from the ground below.

"No problem at all!" I fibbed, screaming in panic as my back accidentally brushed against a hanging electrical cable.

"If there's any way I can make it up to you," the fashionably dressed woman yelled again with remorse.

"Yeah! I could use a job!" I shouted, seizing the opportunity with inexplicable determination, even in the midst of this precarious situation.

"What do you do?" the blonde woman inquired; her anxiety palpable.

"Anything!" I panicked as the sign swung like a pendulum once more, zapping me at the height with electrifying shocks.

"When can you start?" she questioned, seeking reassurance.

"As soon as I finish this!" I bellowed in frustration as the sign persisted in swinging like a pendulum, turning my stomach and head into a malfunctioning amusement park ride.

"Young man, what's your name?" she shouted again.

"My name? Uchiha Sasuke!" I yelled in a panic. "Whoa!" This time, my ass bore the brunt of the cursed electrical cable.

In five minutes, I was convinced I'd meet my demise in front of an audience, resembling a burnt cake more than a man.

"You're hired!" she declared, a proclamation that either filled me with joy or terror, as I remained firmly stuck to this sign.

"Thank you! My lucky day!" I quipped sarcastically, still gripping the signboard for dear life.

"My name is Tsunade," proclaimed the stylish blonde woman as we finally stepped into the department store building, my appearance slightly singed.

"Great," I sneered in a sarcastic tone, attempting to keep my composure despite my less-than-ideal looks.

"Every time I walk through these doors, I feel like I'm home," Tsunade mused as we meandered through various makeup and clothing displays within the building, adorned with tall pillars and sturdy walls that had endured for a century.

"I practically grew up here. Farrah Fawcett used to get her makeup right over there," Tsunade pointed to a Maybelline makeup display, adding, "Of course, you probably don't know who Farrah Fawcett is."

"Sure, I do. Charlie's Angels. The Burning Bed," I replied, my memory jogged by films starring Farrah Fawcett that my father used to watch.

"I don't sleep much at night," I complained, sighing weakly.

"Neither do I," Tsunade chimed in with an annoyed expression. "At least, not in the two weeks since I've been in charge here," Tsunade continued her lament, "I don't know how we're going to make this store great again."

"Looks fine to me. What time do we open?" I asked, realizing there wasn't a single visitor around us.

"We are open," Tsunade replied with a tired sigh.

She then briskly walked ahead towards a certain place, her stiletto-clad footsteps resonating loudly in my ears.

"Uh," I responded nonchalantly, hands on my hips, feeling embarrassed for misspeaking and possibly offending my potential future boss. "I'm sure things'll pick up by lunch," I rambled on as the woman disappeared from my sight.

I then ran to catch up with her because getting lost in this excessively grand department store building seemed worse.

Tsunade hurriedly entered the office of a manager named Mr. Kabuto. His nameplate hung neatly on the door.

"Kabuto! Do you know what this young man just did?" Tsunade exclaimed with excessive enthusiasm.

I lazily followed behind her, curious.

The bespectacled and pretentious-looking man named Kabuto judged me from head to toe. "Shoplifting?" he sneered, grinning mockingly at me.

"He saved my life!" Tsunade scolded angrily. "Those incompetents you hired nearly got me killed! If I were paranoid, I'd swear this was sabotage."

"It's not as if I was turning away Harvard graduates," Kabuto mocked openly. Nevertheless, I was one of the top graduates in the sculpture department at the University of Tokyo, although my career path had been a bit rocky.

"Tsunade-sama, if you know someone you feel is qualified to work here..." Kabuto looked down on me, but his words were immediately interrupted by Tsunade.

"Yes! Uchiha Sasuke! Let's show him our gratitude!" Tsunade exclaimed.

Kabuto scoffed mockingly and intended to pull money from his expensive shirt pocket. "50 yen should do it."

"No! I want you to give him a job!" Tsunade growled, slamming the table in front of her and startling Kabuto. "Take good care of him!" she said again, weakly nudging my arm.

"Thank you," I murmured, almost inaudibly, with a faint smile. The woman left me with this arrogant Kabuto. Well, at least this miserable day ended with me getting a job after a long streak of going from job to job.

"Uchiha," called Kabuto with an arrogant sneer, sitting back in his chair, and taking a sip of his cigarette, "What kind of work experience have you had?"

"I've had just about every job there is," I replied nonchalantly, "Briefly," I continued, stammering without a smile to mask my lack of confidence.

"I'd like to do something creative. Maybe with, say, mannequins," I added carelessly.

"Please. Listen, I pride myself on being able to size up a job applicant and see just what kind of executive potential he has," Kabuto said condescendingly, rising from his seat. "I have just the job for you," he continued with a degrading smirk.

In no time, I was given a position as a stock boy, pushing a large cart filled with numerous boxes from the warehouse, wearing a neatly pressed shirt and tie. A considerably decent job, far better than having to mow lawns or deliver packages to mansions guarded by intimidating bulldogs.

I marveled at every corner of the department store, amazed by its classical and timeless decoration and elegance. I vividly remembered visiting this store with my mom when I was in kindergarten.

During lunch break in the warehouse, I secluded myself in a corner, eager to brag about my new job to Naruto.

"So, you got a new job," exclaimed Naruto from the other end of the line with enthusiasm, "That's terrific. What is it?"

"Let's just say that thousands of dollars of merchandise go through my hands every day," I casually remarked while inspecting the contents of some boxes on the large cart before me.

I was shocked when I accidentally opened a box containing pink panties.

"Oh, great. We should celebrate it tonight with some sake. How do you think?" Naruto proposed.

"Fantastic," I muttered sarcastically, hastily stowing the panties back into the box before anyone noticed.

Unfortunately, the warehouse manager suddenly walked past me and caught me openly holding women's panties.

"All those panties, up to lingerie!" bellowed the manager, causing my heart to perform acrobatics in my chest.

"Panties. I'm into it," I managed a forced smile, desperately attempting to salvage the situation.

"Did you say panties?" Naruto's voice echoed with confusion and disbelief through the phone.

"Panties?" I scratched my head in panic, biting my lip to suppress embarrassment.

"Okay, let's drown our sorrows in sake at the nearby club after eight pm. I'll bring Sai and his girlfriend too. See ya," Naruto announced before abruptly hanging up.

I looked at my phone wearily. What if Naruto found out that I work as a stock boy, handling hundreds of boxes of panties and lingerie every day?

They might turn me into the butt of their jokes again.

Ah, who cares! The crucial point is that I am no longer a pitiful unemployed soul, at risk of spending my days drowning my sorrows in sake and watching TV on the sofa like Naruto used to.

At the raucous pub nearby, Naruto was fervently retelling the tale of my encounter with the colossal Prince Co. sign from this morning, now a viral sensation on social media.

"Gosh, I can't believe you swung in the air like that," he exclaimed dramatically, incessantly replaying my video on Twitter.

My stomach churned as laughter erupted all around.

"So, Sasuke, don't tell me your audition for a knockoff Superman landed you a gig at Prince Co.?" Ino chimed in, casually sipping her wine.

"Well, yeah, you could say that," I replied nonchalantly, a cigarette butt dangling between my fingers. Could I possibly look any more like a loser?

"And what about your job? You did save the owner lady, after all," Sai curiously asked between sips of his sake.

"Hm, that's classified information," I smirked smugly, taking a drag of my cigarette.

"Oh, he just had a thing with panties and stuff," Naruto interjected, once again showcasing his talent for embarrassing me in public. If he mentioned panties one more time, I'd make sure his jaw was broken.

"Panties?" Sai and Ino teased in unison. "Do you work in the adult section or something?" Sai chuckled.

"Fine. If you guys are so curious about that," I declared visibly irritated, flicking the ash from my cigarette into the ashtray before taking another drag, "I'm just a stock boy. Nothing special."

"You save a woman's life and end up as a stock boy?" Hinata, who was usually quiet, suddenly chimed in. "It sounds unfair to me."

"I agree with her," Naruto said instantly, perpetually under the thumb of his girlfriend. "I mean, you should aim for a higher position. You were a top-ten graduate at our university, after all."

I sighed audibly, "Definitely not if the manager is a jackass."

"What? Why does the owner bow down to her manager?" Sai asked curiously.

"Well, it seems the lady doesn't really care if I saved her life or not," I explained after exhaling my cheap cigarette. "She just gave me a job for some virtue signaling."

"Sounds like every strategic business owner's decision," Sai replied in a mocking tone.

"At last, you have a permanent job, Sasuke. No big deal," Naruto tried to encourage me in his teasing way while slapping my shoulders hard multiple times.

"Guys, since both Sasuke and I scored great jobs, especially in my case, I'll treat you all until you're drunk!" Naruto announced, causing more laughter to erupt in the lively pub.

"Bravo!" exclaimed the others with cheers, raising their wine and sake glasses.

"Cheer up, misery gut!" Naruto tried to uplift me with his signature obnoxious grin.

I raised my sake glass wearily, offering a fake, faint smile.

"By the way, guys, Illustra just monopolized Vaganza Dept store!" Ino suddenly startled us with news she read on her phone.

I peeked at her phone and was surprised to find a picture of my brother standing side by side with a man who resembled more of a woman.

"'The brilliant idea by Illustra's General Manager, Uchiha Itachi, has blessed us with extravagant profits, up to a 67% increase from last year,' declared the chief president of Illustra, Orochimaru," Ino read the first paragraph of the news. "They claim they will acquire Prince Co.'s stock and change them into something new and modern, which means they will also change Prince Co's title," she continued with surprise.

"Damn! Honestly, I hate dress shopping because it reminds me of my late mother," Naruto chimed in, "But Prince Co brings back so many memories, and I can't imagine it changing into something entirely different," he added thoughtfully, surprising me by momentarily acting his age.

"Yeah, I agree with that. They will probably change and rearrange the old building too," Sai commented.

"This can't happen," Hinata joined in with concern after carefully eating her takoyaki.

"Sasuke, you should do something about that," Ino urged me, shaking my shoulders eagerly and leaving me deeply annoyed.

"What can I do?" I sneered unenthusiastically, "I'm just a stock boy, after all."

"Well, you can call your brother and voice our concerns," Ino continued with her nonsensical ideas, leaving me with a deep sigh.

"Of course not calling my brother," I firmly refused.

"Why not?" Sai asked curiously, munching on his food.

"Yeah, why not, Sasuke? Why have you been acting like more of a stranger with your brother since college?" Naruto probed, invading my personal life.

"It's just because—" I bit my lips. I definitely couldn't tell everyone here that I avoided my brother simply because I was afraid of being belittled by him.

But then I thought again, would my brother truly belittle me if we met, or was this all just my irrational fear because I hadn't achieved anything I dreamed of so far?

"Forget it," I tried to hush down their questions with my typical blunt demeanor while drinking my sake.

Until I was shocked by the glimpse of my unheroic moment on national TV, hanging in the pub bar for everyone to see.

"God forbids!" I cursed silently while looking at my foolish antics, swinging here and there, holding onto the giant sign. I reflexively hid my face behind the large sake glass I was holding.

"What's wrong, moron?" Naruto asked with concern. "Is there a girl you're avoiding coming into the pub?" he teased, laughing.

"Oh, it seems it's not about a girl. It's because he's becoming a sensation due to his own stupidity," Sai mocked, nodding towards the TV still broadcasting my failed stuntman scene.

"Stupid man," quipped one of the female pub-goers sitting not far from us, laughing.

"But his face is quite handsome," added her friend.

I rolled my eyes at the unsolicited comments. It seemed like I had to make an effort to lay low for a few weeks, or even months, from people if this was how things were going.

"Eh, isn't that the guy on TV?" whispered another male patron sitting with the two women.

Fuck! I quickly pulled down my hoodie and lowered my head.

Ino and the others burst into laughter at my panicked actions.

"Sasuke, you really became a hot topic now," teased Naruto, slapping my shoulders so hard it genuinely startled me.

"Perhaps get ready to receive autograph requests," Sai added with laughter.

"No, thank you. But I prefer to remain unrecognized," I replied curtly.

The next day, I strolled into the women's clothing section, casually whistling as if I were on a secret mission to uncover the mysteries of the fashion world. An idea had been nagging at me ever since my mannequin took center stage in the department store window.

I felt a burning determination to find my mannequin. After all, she was my creation, and no one else was allowed to lay claim to her without my explicit permission. The women's clothing section conveniently led to the entrance of the window display room on the ground floor. I subtly pushed open the door marked 'staff only,' expecting to be greeted by the enchanting sight of my mannequin. To my surprise, I found only one mannequin sporting a polka-dot dress, leaving me high and dry, my mannequin nowhere in sight.

It seemed like someone had orchestrated a disappearing act with her. Disheartened, I decided to try my luck with another door in the women's clothing section. Unfortunately, the door I opened led straight into the women's changing room, and to my horror, a young brunette woman was in the midst of changing.

"Whoa!" she squealed with a high-pitched voice. Oh dear! I could already picture my manager, Kabuto, assuming I was intentionally spying on the changing room.

Attempting to flee the embarrassing situation, I was ambushed by none other than Kabuto himself, appearing out of thin air with his infuriatingly smug face.

"See anything you like?" Kabuto inquired, dripping with condescension.

"I-I was just looking for panties," I stuttered, blurting out the most nonsensical excuse out of sheer nervousness.

"You found them," mocked Kabuto, gesturing towards a display of women's panties. "However, my friend, you missed the lingerie department by four floors," he continued, sneering at me.

"Get going," he 'politely' requested me to leave, all while maintaining his infuriating mocking expression.

"Right," I mumbled nonchalantly, plastering on a fake smile. As I walked past him, I unknowingly muttered, "Asshole!"

"What was that?" Kabuto snapped back at me, instantly adopting an angry pout.

"Oh, nice hall!" I nonchalantly remarked, pointing upwards, before walking away and pushing my oversized cart.

In the women's bag section, I stumbled upon another secret door labeled 'staff only,' a seldom-visited gateway. Timing my entrance to go unnoticed, I quietly opened the door and was astounded to discover a seemingly forgotten storage warehouse.

There, to my shock, I found my masterpiece. I stood there like a fool, staring at my mannequin, her lifeless emerald eyes piercing into mine. Suddenly, a surge of reality hit me like a slap in the face.

"I must be losing my mind," I blurted out, vehemently rejecting the absurd notion that I had just entertained about my mannequin. Beautiful? Seriously? She's not human, Sasuke! She's just a piece of plastic!

"All artists must fall in love with their creations, but you seem so special," I marveled, gently caressing the contours of my mannequin's lips.

Out of the blue, a man's hearty laughter startled me. What was even more bizarre was the fact that there were two tongues on the palms of his hands, seemingly reaching towards me from behind, as if planning to give me an unexpected face lick.

"Move over, Bill Shakespeare. That's the sweetest sentiment these ears have ever heard," mocked the man, continuing his irritating laughter. The peculiar ponytailed man seemed to regard me with disdain.

"No, I was rehearsing a play," I responded curtly, a bit nervous because this stranger had caught me in the act of talking to a lifeless mannequin.

"Oh, don't worry. I also love talking to my own hands," he said mockingly. "Right, Mr. Fernandez?" He looked at his palm. "No?" He shook his head like a fool. "How about you, Mrs. Hernandez? You must be thrilled to meet this goofball, no?" he addressed his other hand.

I rolled my eyes in frustration. What on earth had led me to encounter this peculiar man who probably just escaped from a mental institution?

"If you're curious about it. Yes, it's a paint!" he exclaimed, pointing at the tongue on his palm. "I always find it best not to explain. It adds a certain mystique to one's reputation," he continued with a nonchalant expression.

"No. I'm a regular kind of guy, okay?" I retorted with irritation.

"Don't disappoint me," the ponytailed man scoffed condescendingly. "When you're finished with your conversation, bring her to window number 3!" he ordered as if he were a manager or something.

"Sure. You got it. I'm Uchiha Sasuke," I said, looking at him smugly.

"Deidara," he replied with a smug smirk. "I'm a window dresser here. We're going to have fun," he said while laughing again.

I audibly sighed while pinching my own forehead, realizing that I was now part of this insanity.

"I am so glad you're working here," said Deidara, folding his arms.

"You are?" I furrowed my eyebrows in disbelief.

"Why, of course I am, stupid. I never thought they'd hire anyone stranger than me," he smirked mischievously.

As if my accidental rendezvous with a quirky, flamboyant man wasn't bizarre enough, a stern security member abruptly intercepted my strides while I lugged a box of ornaments towards the warehouse.

"Halt! Identify yourself!" declared a tall security man with tanned skin and sunglasses, despite the indoor setting and the late hour. He pointed his bat at me.

"Uchiha Sasuke, new stock boy," I said nonchalantly, exhausted by the ongoing madness.

"Yeah," he nodded slowly, as if playing the role of a villain in an action movie, "Mr. Kabuto told me all about you. I am Capt. Killer B, night security commander," he arrogantly introduced himself, even though no one had asked, "It's my responsibility to secure the perimeter here at Prince and Company," he continued, scrutinizing me from head to toe.

"I didn't know there was a danger of invasion," I retorted bluntly.

"There's no danger, as long as me and Rambo are on patrol," he declared firmly, staring deeply into my eyes.

"Rambo?" I looked at the pudgy Rottweiler that barked aggressively. Seriously, this cute dog was named Rambo?

"Yeah," he replied with excessive seriousness that bordered on comical. "I call him that because he likes to draw... first blood," he continued, piercing through my eyes. "Just what is your assignment here tonight, boy?" he interrupted my inner peace.

"I'm helping Deidara with the window," I replied nonchalantly.

"The little Deidara has an assistant now?" he scoffed condescendingly, "Where do you people come from?"

"Tokyo," I replied, adding to the confusion.

"Tokyo?" he asked with suspicion, "You mean they got them in Tokyo?"

"So, you like your new assignment?" he queried again, impeding my progress for no apparent reason. It seemed like my face naturally drew suspicion.

"Could have been worse," I snapped curtly. "Could have put me with a bigoted jerk," I added with a smug smirk.

I promptly fled from this madness.

"Hold it there, boy! Did you have anybody particular in mind?" he shouted in frustration, while I deliberately ignored him.

"Don't let Killer B get to you. He just has a bad case of Miami Vice," sneered Deidara mockingly as we entered the window display.

"I gotta go, okay? I promised my girlfriend I was gonna take her out tonight," he said again nonchalantly, deliberately leaving me with all these unfamiliar tasks.

"Wait? What?" I protested, but that nuisance just left me hanging.

I sighed while arranging the large boxes containing women's dresses, accessories, and ornamental crafts to dress the mannequins and decorate the windows.

Now I was alone with my lifeless mannequin, which stared blankly at the empty street beyond the display window.

"Good grief," I muttered while picking up a pink satin scarf that seemingly fell from my mannequin's neck for no reason.

"What's the matter? Don't you like your new scarf?" I said as I squatted down to retrieve the fabric.

"Not especially," suddenly, a woman's voice behind me made me jump back in surprise. I turned around to find my mannequin miraculously alive and speaking, smiling broadly at me.

Oh, for the love of insanity! Have I stumbled into some alternate reality? Am I stuck in the Matrix's more ridiculous sequel?

"What a peculiar way to say hello," I sneered, still in shock, using the window to help me get up. "Seriously, what the hell is happening?" I muttered in disbelief.

"I'm Sakuyahime," greeted my mannequin - now a living woman - still smiling as if I were the punchline to some cosmic joke. "But you can call me Sakura. After all, that's the name you gave me, right?" She strolled towards me with deliberate grace.

"Is this a prank or something?" My heart was doing a wild dance out of sheer half-terror. "Did Prince and Company put you up to this?"

"Who hired you? Deidara?" I stammered as she closed the distance between us.

"Nobody hired me, Sasuke," she replied softly, her voice like a gentle breeze in spring. "You know who I am."

I shook my head in disbelief, finding it increasingly challenging to swallow my own saliva. "No, this can't be happening."

I slumped into a chair, clutching my throbbing head. "I get it! The sign, the electricity. My brain synapses, it was destroyed," I murmured, attempting to concoct a logical explanation for this absurdity.

"I felt so sorry for you last night," she shockingly sat beside me, gently touching my shoulders. I jolted in surprise, trying to shove her lively hand away. Even her skin felt real, like a human!

"You looked so lost and lonely," she continued with a sympathetic tone, looking at me with genuine concern.

"Last night, you saw me?" I pointed at myself in disbelief. "No. You can't be her," I quickly shook my head.

"When you made me, didn't you feel inspired?" she asked again, smiling.

"Almost like your hands were being guided by a force not of this world?" She touched her own chest.

She then stood up and dramatically twirled her dress, "You made this body so that I could come to life!" she exclaimed with a wide smile.

"Am I in the twilight zone or am I just nuts?" I clutched my own hair, questioning my sanity.

"I'm so glad I picked you!" she then shook my shoulders, genuinely terrifying me.

"I'm going to create someone who doesn't like me?" I murmured in shock. " So, tell me your life story," I added suspiciously.

"It seems to have slipped my mind. It's a long story," she continued to sit beside me, very close, in fact. Even her breathing seemed real. Was I becoming the second Geppetto who made Pinocchio come to life or something? Heck, I'm worse than Geppetto; I made a chick with an obnoxious smile come to life, not a little boy.

"Back in 1599 in Edo, I was born," she continued with her nonsensical tale. "I'll be 418 next March," she smiled while clutching my arm, making my heart race uncontrollably.

"I'll bake a cake," I replied unenthusiastically while holding my throbbing forehead.

"Back then, I wasn't allowed to do anything," said the mannequin again with her obnoxious high-pitched tone, inducing a migraine. "I wasn't even allowed to read. At first, I also didn't want to marry. But, my husband, he taught me everything, he taught me to read, he taught me about science, he taught me about the world," she continued with a dramatic tone.

"He also taught me about love," she whispered while looking deeply into my eyes.

Shit! Her eyes even shimmered, as if there's truly a soul in there and not just plastic! I am genuinely, truly petrified right now.

"Would have been my guess. I'm stressed," I sighed frustratingly. "I'm experiencing a stress-induced hallucination," I continued, desperately trying to conjure a logical explanation for this utter madness.

"Does this feel like a hallucination?" she protested, grabbing my arm. "Come on, let's go have some fun!" She playfully shook my arm like an overexcited child.

"Food additives. It's the food additives," I continued to mutter to myself, desperately attempting to find a somewhat reasonable explanation for this absurd situation.

"Come on!" she pleaded, clutching my arm with even more enthusiasm, making me hesitantly stand up.

- To Be Continued -

Trivia :

Farah Fawcett: Popular 1970s actress and model in the US. Best know for her role in the original Charlie's Angel (1975)

Miami Vice: Popular 1980s U.S. TV comedy-series about cops