"Apparently they're self-replicating tentacle monsters or something," Felix replied, trying to sound relatively uninterested as he slid behind the counter, tucking his mug under his arm to pop open the register, then close it again. "Chase is a nerd, and obviously got no reservations about getting dicked. You'd think he might be sorta into that."
With a light grunt he hopped over the counter and back to the other side, sidling down the nearest aisle and eyeballing one of the empty gas containers. "Maybe we should bring an empty or two back with us. Could be something else we need to fill them up with. Maybe we'll a day where it rains whiskey or some shit."