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After Ellert totals his car, he has to go to work, and deal with retarded customers...
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| Do you people sell Strawberries here? | |
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| Like the actual fruit? *sigh* No. | |
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I can't figure out if he was serious or trying to be funny, but it was neither.
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| Oh....well how about Cherries? | |
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Not long after this incident does Ellert overhear some other retarded customer make a similar reference to fruit...
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| Hey Brett, whenever I think of Strawberries I always think they should like sell fruit or something, don't you? Don't tell me to shut up ass-face! | |
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| (*Putting CDs away*) I wish I didn't ruin my car, and I wish that retard would stop screaming about fucking fruit at the top of his lungs... | |
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