Hello, I am a chum, the cat of many hats.

And last time on D&D minus, our heroes acquired the second of three pieces of ammo for the Dung Gun.

Our only chance to escape Themberchold's gigantic body.

We had to steal some farm fresh eggs from the owl bears and fight a gelatinous cube for the last bottle of

meato juice. But we have finally got our hands on the prunes from the down the whole foods

and are headed to the daunting, the mysterious, the entirely automated self-checkout.

Wouldn't it be funny if we just door-dashed our way out of this thing?

Curses bitches! The

The You stand before the enormous and barren self-checkout area of Down the Whole Foods.

Gleaming white registers with sparkling scanners before you, waiting for your purchases.

But that's not what catches your eye.

Above it all, hovering above the scene is a giant and deadly looking robot.

As you approach, you see a dwarf,

desperately trying to scan a guava,

while the robot thunders at him,

unauthorized item in the bagging area, over and over again.

Finally, the dwarf bursts into tears and runs out of the store,

leaving the guava behind him.

As you approach, the robot thunders down at you,

Greetings, adventurers.

I am the puzzle master of the self-checkout.

You may attempt to pass my test, but do not be foolish, for none shall succeed. My test has 37 parts. First, you must place your bag in the bagging area. If you do not have a bag, you must buy one from a clerk who is approximately 475 billion miles away in the plane of lost magics.

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