Samus' cart was full now, and as she walked she heard someone walking behind her. Almost instinctively, she cradled her right arm, before she realized that, no, she wasn't in her power suit right now. Without hesitation, she turned around, arms up, when she noticed two GF marines, both in uniform, with a bag of birdseed.
"Hey, uh...are you Samus Aran?" The one in front asked. She had a head of red hair, a few freckles even though she was probably in her mid-twenties, and a short haircut. She spoke with an estuary accent.
"Yes." Samus said. "I am." She eyed the birdseed.
"I gotcha this!" She raised the bag.
Samus stared at it again. "Oh. Is this a joke based on the fact that I was raised by the Chozo? Because if that was the case..."
"Oh,
no!" The woman said. "It's not a joke!"
Samus frowned deeply. "...Fine, then." She grabbed the bag, tore it open, removed the marine's hat, and then proceeded to pour the entire bag's contents onto her head, with several dozen people around them just staring. "That's my own joke."
Leslie stared at Samus for several good seconds, before she tapped her head. "W-what..." Right behind her, Maddie strained in an effort to hold back her laughter.
"Oh, and you are to pay for it. You were the one who picked up the birdseed for the sake of mocking my heritage, it only makes sense that you're the one who
pays for it."
"U-Uh..."
Maddie couldn't stand it. She broke into very,
very loud laughter.
[=]
Outside of the supermarket, the two marines watched Samus walk away with a million bags, before she threw them into her rental hovercar and drove off.
"So what did we learn 'oday, Maddie?"
"Fuck off."
"Don't piss off
'uge Bounty 'Untahs?"
"Fuck you."
"It's a good lesson, I'd reckon."
"Bitch, I will cut you."