"Get the groceries?" Henry asked himself in outrage for the hundredth time. "What do I look like, some kind of...grocery getter?" He sighed, his arms full of bags of food, none of it any tasty, delicious meat. Which is to be expected. When most of the world looks like a wasteland, you can't exactly be raising a healthy herd of livestock. You had to settle with what you could get, and what you could get were some scraggly weeds people dared to call "vegetables". "This journey better-oh, hello!"<br/><br/>Though he kept walking forward, his head followed a buxom young number in quite the corset, cleavage spilling out for the world to see and drool over, leather pants clinging tightly to her figure. "Now<em>that's</em>a grocery I wouldn't mind getting." Henry said to himself, smirking. He turned back to his path in time to collide with another buxom number, though more due to the sheer size of the woman. Her breasts kind of lay over her bulging belly, an umbrella swinging around to whack Henry in the side of the head.<br/><br/>Bruised and beaten, Henry managed to collect his groceries, whimpering his "oh woe is me"'s to himself, his eyes following any lady he happened to walk by. He actually walked right by Vira's place without realizing, and had to turn back. He finally stepped through the door, sighing.<br/><br/>"I'm back," he said unceremoniously. "So Vira, where do you want this stuff we've mistakenly labeled as 'food'?"