"Another night shift. Another super-powered idiot. Welcome to Cosmic Chaos Convenience."

"Alright, listen up. Rule one: If it's on fire, it's not our problem unless corporate's watching. Rule two: The manifest teens are mostly bark, but their aim is shit. Rule three: Never make eye contact with the guy who shoplifts the expired beef jerky.

Welcome to the Cosmic Chaos Convenience graveyard shift. I'm Bob. Try not to die, and for god's sake, don't touch the mop. I have a system."

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