Why, wh-- [Hark, the sound of a voice, the sound of a voice that could be grating sometimes but that was purely the sound of Luce which was more of a call. The call of the highly religious man who had made two weeks of his life a three ring circus of worship. The look on his face isn't exactly jumping for joy when he turns to look over his shoulder at the man, his brows furrowing.]

They're all fuckin' out. [A wild gesture to the empty shelves, the travesty of them--before he's shoving his hands in his pockets and kicking at the bottom of the unit.]

I come here for one little thing and the stupid place is out of 'em! Just one, little thing and it's not even somethin' that's bad for me!