The first copy of "Integrity Supermarket" in the reincarnation space. Rules: Must shop, no lying, clearance at midnight. I held the only currency, a button, and said to the cashier: "I buy 'the third sentence you just said.'" The supermarket went silent for a moment. The cashier stiffly repeated what he said three seconds ago: "... The final right of interpretation of this supermarket belongs to the manager." I smiled - now, this right of interpretation is mine.
Weird rules talk, a bit interesting