[perhaps she can find the box, but Hungary does not want to tear her eyes away from these touching scenes and memories. they are too beautiful. so she decides to look for her candy later, and instead, brings a hand to her chest when she feels moved.
but suddenly]
FILTHY CHILDREN. PICK UP YOUR *&$#ING TRASH, WHORES.
[uh. what. Hungary turns to look at whatever was making that noise. there, in the aisle, is some sort of robot, brandishing a wooden paddle by lightly slapping it against its hand. oh. and it's looking right at Hungary and Rock Lee]
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but suddenly]
FILTHY CHILDREN. PICK UP YOUR *&$#ING TRASH, WHORES.
[uh. what. Hungary turns to look at whatever was making that noise. there, in the aisle, is some sort of robot, brandishing a wooden paddle by lightly slapping it against its hand. oh. and it's looking right at Hungary and Rock Lee]