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The storefront at the end of the Rolling Acres plaza was completely forgotten until Joe and Darren came along to clean and help set up some of the old store. The inside was dusty and a bit cluttered but nothing too outrageous for the contracted pair. While Joe got busy unloading the boxes full of displays and advertisements, Darren’s job was to clean the clutter and trash left behind by the previous owners and occasional vagrants.

The trash left behind by the previous owners was a bit more baffling than any piss bottle or skidded undie left by a vagrant. “Tch, no wonder this store went so under” said Darren as he squatted down to inspect the NO MORE BUTTCRACKS advertisement from the old clothing store, which almost made his eyes roll to the back of his head. While the sign did help bring Darren’s attention to his own chunky backside which was slipping out of his pants and starting to slip a bit out of his underwear to moon Joe, whose own pants started to slip a bit as he worked to get the crate off the dolly. It was just an insulting ad-campaign pure and simple, maybe it would have worked much better out in the city, but out in the Rolling Acres, men dress for comfort sake and clothing for the stuffy suits of the world wasn’t what caught anybody’s eye. “Yo Darren, come over here and help unpack these!”

Darren and Joe got to work unwrapping the crate that would be full of advertisements that would be hung from the store’s ceiling as well as in the windows and behind the counter. It took a minute because of how wrapped up it was, but eventually they took the plastic off and grabbed a crowbar to pop the lid off the top. As Darren reached in for an advertisement off the top he smiled, “Ah hell yea!” exclaimed Darren. Joe nodded “Finally a store that gets it. Definitely checking back here once it’s open.”