Customer 1: Tifa! 2 bags of cookies please!
Customer 2: A bag of muffins on this table, Tifa!
Tifa: *looks at customers*
Just a minute please!.. Cait Sith! Are the orders ready?
Cait Sith: Here ya go!
Tifa: Thanks. *goes upstairs*
2 bags of cookies and a bag of muffins? Whose orders are those?
Customers: Mine!
Tifa: Here's yours, and yours. *goes to counter* Ha------h~ *deep breath*
"Hi. I'm Tifa, owner of this lil bakery, 8th Heaven.
With Cait Sith, we will make 8th Heaven the most popular bakery!...Uhuh, 8th Heaven. Located in Sector 8. They say the cities under the plate used to be slums. Pretty unbelievable if you see Midgar now.
Man: H-help me...
Kid: Ahh!! *everyone runs out except an old man*
Old man: *stands up* Geostigma..
Tifa: G-Geostigma?!
Old man: *walks to dead man* A new wave...stronger..and more deadly. *looks at Tifa* Report this incident to the President. Quickly! *disappear*
Tifa: Wha..Why can't HE go to the president and report this?
Cait Sith: Tifa! Go to the president. I'll clean things up.
Tifa: Hmp! Fine. *runs out of the bakery*
Tifa: A new wave..? What does that old man mean?
And so it begins..
- End of Introduction -
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