"Not so fast lass,don't you have a wee account to settle first" growled the giant Jeff Koons dog in the hallway entrance.

"Geez Louise, you are Rufus, oh help. I am really in an SP pickle now, I might have to pay and be stuck with that useless Porridge Chair after all , serve my vanity right."
The Missoni bikinis were vanishing by the second.

"Correct in this town we settle our accounts or we go to jail,Missy." Wuffed Rufus, showing his sharp balloon teeth.