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[failowner]

[You may suddenly notice a quaint little shop in the area, with a sign hanging above the door that reads "Antique". A man in black and white and an apron is standing outside, with a bright smile on his face.]

We all eat cake during our happiest moments. Why don't you come and be happy with us?

Welcome, one and all, to Camp F'You D's Antique.

Comments

[faildater]

Nicely done, Master.

[draaaaaapes]

[failowner]

Work slowly? How can we work slowly when we have tons of gorgeous customers waiting for more of your delicious cakes! Did I mention gorgeous customers?

[faildater]

You did. Twice.

Just don't overexert yourself.

[failowner]

[waves hand dismissively]

More importantly, did you talk to that guy in shades?

[faildater]

Yes. Poor thing, he lost his job when he came here.

[failowner]

... what job was that?

[faildater]

Hmm? He said he worked in a cake shop...

[failowner]

A cake shop. Huh.

[faildater]

Jin-hyuk... isn't he similar to...

[failowner]

There's... a bit of a resemblance. And he does seem to think I'm his Master. But let's not jump to conclusions yet.

[faildater]

Of course... you're right.

[failowner]

Besides, this one seems to be more of an idiot than the other.

[faildater]

I'll remember to tell Su-young that when we get back.

[failowner]

"Congratulations, we've actually found someone worse than you!"

[faildater]

I was thinking more "We got the chance to appreciate you better".

[failowner]

Appreciate? Su-young?