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Go to the Big Donut shop
The door chimes as you walk in. A cute short blonde is behind the counter. They greet you with a big smile, while trying to disguise the frantic motions they're making below the counter. You hear some rustling and the distinct sound of a zipper, then a guy with gaged ears and a shock of curly red hair perched atop his head appears from below.
"A customer!" he says dully, then wipes his face on his sleeve.
"What can we get for you?" asks the blonde. You glance around at what they have on offer. Nothing fresh, you note. These donuts all have the hallmarks of something cooked long ago.
"Do you have any Cookie Cats?" you ask.
The two look at each other, "I think they stopped making those ages ago." says the redheaded boy. You note his name is "Lars."
"Okay what about Lion Lickers then?" you ask.
"Nope," says the blonde, whose nametag says "Sadie." "We were supposed to get a delivery today, but the truck broke down."
"Ah, that explains it," you say somewhat cryptically. "How about a jelly donut?"
Lars shakes his head. "You wouldn't want those," he explains, "Or cream filled or long johns. None of the fillings keep well. Trust me."
Sadie gives him the glance and smirk of private understanding between the two of them. Presumably this is just what happens when you leave two young people alone in a donut shop in the middle of the forest.
"Bear claws?" you ask hopefully.
"Fresh out of bear claws," Sadie says apologetically.
"Well then," you say, gesturing at the glass cabinets filled with donuts, "What DO you have?"
Lars reaches below the counter and presents you with a cardboard box. You gage it to be roughly big enough to contain one dozen staving crazed weasels. It bears no donut-related markings and looks to have been opened then hastily resealed.
"All we have right now," says Lars, "Is this box of one dozen staving crazed weasels."
The box shudders ominously. You're not particularly hungry. You're not particularly bored. There is no logical reason for you to be compelled to accept this package. Still, you have to admit you're intrigued.
Then Lars says those three magic words: "Free Of Charge."