Your other customer, then. [His casual act is slipping--not that it was great to begin with. Please get him away, why must this happen when he has no limbs?]
I'm just here to hang out, not to eat, I don't have hands, so I'm technically not a customer!
with Faust's permission
I'm just here to hang out, not to eat, I don't have hands, so I'm technically not a customer!
[...Also no one has money, so.]