'With all that, are you sure you have enough vouchers to pay for it?' An operator selecting daily necessities cannot help but worry as they look at Mitm's bulging shopping bag. 'I've got a few coupons about to expire, so I need to use them up,' Mitm says, pushing an overflowing shopping cart from behind the shelf. 'Whoa! Look at all that stuff! I'd better check out now—I don't want to be stuck behind you in line.' By the time Mitm reaches the checkout counter, a crowd had already gathered there, waiting for the show. The logistics operator at the register looked fully prepared. 'Bring it on!' they cry. The scanner beeps nonstop, as the total amount on screen keeps zooming skyward. 'Your total is... 997.5 LMD!' 'Hold on a second...' Mitm says as he reaches into the inner pocket of his coat. 'Planning to pay with your personal operator points? The 5% discount has already been applied.' The crowd offers scattered applause, though the logistics operator shows no sign of relief. He knows the battle has only just begun. 'Is that so...' Mitm pulls out a large stack of vouchers, all in different colors, from his coat. 'I'd like to use these coupons too, please.' The onlookers begin to murmur with excitement. 'Limited-time anniversary commemorative discount vouchers, new operator breakfast vouchers... these ones have expired.' The logistics operator carefully sorts through the stack and pulls out the few invalid ones. The scanner beeps again, but this time, the number on the screen begins to drop steadily. Fifteen minutes later, it displays '103 LMD.' The logistics operator finally smiles. 'Still above 100 LMD. Ha.' Mitm frowns, scans the area, then fixes his gaze on the clock across from him. 'Add this.' Mitm picks up a pack of gum and hands it to the logistics operator. 'Also, it's just past 8 PM—after 8, fruit and deli are half-price.' The logistics operator's smile freezes. The number on the display flickers, settling at 84.75. The crowd erupts into cheers. 'Wait!' The logistics operator isn't ready to give up yet. He eyes the shopping bag hanging from Mitm's tail. 'What about that big bag? I haven't scanned anything in it yet!' Mitm's expression changes. 'These are personal items!' 'No, I saw what's in it! A big box of cystymilk and some detergent... that's at least 30 LMD—I haven't lost yet!' The logistics operator lunges forward, while Mitm swings his tail, sending the shopping bag flying. The box of cystymilk spins in the air, the hinge on its side flipping open to reveal hidden blades; the detergent bottle opens wide, revealing a remote-controlled car and an energy reserve unit inside. For a moment, a torrent of blades and metal tools flies everywhere... 'I told you, they're my personal items!' 'Who would hide dangerous items in milk cartons and detergent bottles?! Can't you use a normal toolbox like everyone else?' 'It's called 'camouflage'! If I carried a toolbox, even a kid would know there's a weapon inside.'