"Well, our customer guarantee here at Sneedsworth's Fucktiques is that we don't sell you anything that you shouldn't put up your ass." He says it knowingly, like he knows what he's talking about and he didn't say the wrong name. Just like a professional.

"Glass is easy to clean, anyway. Windex. They have windex here, right?" He cranes his neck, like he's going to see windex just around the corner, waiting.