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Their company had a strange policy. Once every couple of hundred years, they would release plush toys of their employees. Naturally, the employees didn't like it. Who even came up with this idea? Some Boss?!?
— SHIT! Let's discuss it, — Ena grumbled, the white part of her face contorting in anger and she was ready to pull a megaphone out from under her shirt, ′ A very... interesting way to do business, — the red side interjected.
— There's not a single penkuin here! — Dratula complains.
— Taskani (In fact)... I always thought it was a bad idea. Who knows who buys these plushies... — Froggy scratched his frog's left eye with displeasure.
— And what does he do with them... — Ena scolded. She had never liked her plushies. It was like Boss, grown from an egg. Unpleasant pleasure.
— Yes! That's what I'm talking about! — said Froggy. They stood at the counter, looking at the disgusting plushies with displeasure. Soft, nasty mini-copies of themselves.
— At least my toy isn't in demand — Ena boasts. It's just that not everyone liked Ena. More precisely, ALMOST EVERYONE didn't like Ena.
— I wouldn't say so.. — Coralglass intervenes, — I've been seeing a steady increase in purchases of your plush version, — she comments, typing out papers about statistics. Enu is worried about this. Since when has her popularity grown so much?
Fair day. Auctions, scams, business. Somewhere Alex the rat is scratching, wanting to snatch some shit. The shaman has set up a new tent, fortune telling again. Froggy crosses his arms when he finally stumbles upon a stall again. Shit
— There are a couple more plushies here, — Froggy climbs behind the counter. Plushies of a pink dolphin, a pyramid, Great Runas...? As soon as blinked, the plushies glitched and evaporated into space.
—...Wow, — Ena gasped.
The whole day was boring. Except for a couple of fights at the auction for the watch that HourglassDog once sat in. Returning to the plush counter again, they found that many of the plushies were gone. In particular: Ena's plushies: all gone.
— Didn't you say you weren't in demand? — Froggy asks in surprise, noticing that his plushies have remained in almost the same quantity.
— I was hoping, — she says, reaching under the counter to look for the purchase history and customers. — Okay, yeah, yeah, ten chocolates, each one a plush. Purchased... Thirteen... Customer... — He rolls his eyes. — Oh, the fuck...—
The entire history is filled with the signature of a suspicious stalker. And before Froggy, Coralglass and Dratula have time to understand anything, she pushes the purchase history back. As far as possible. Damn it, damn it!
— Well, what's there? — Coralglass is interested in statistics again.
— Oddities. Never mind. I suggest we sell the rest before we get reprimanded, — Ena suggests, turning on her "trading" mode.
— Yes, exactly. We must get back to work, Ena, — and the rest of us along...
Somewhere in the Hub, Bellham is busy with nonsense again. Kindly tying thirteen plush Enа's together with threads into one big "bouquet". How sweet. Too bad they're plush. Still, almost everyone didn't like Enа. And those who did were weirdos and clearly loved them... not in the usual sense.
The "mystery" of the purchase of the thirteen Ena' remained unsolved (no).