Zuko barely keeps himself from rolling his eyes, and just looks away. Both the salesmen look thoroughly confused by this pair. What a morning already... What'd these guys do to this phone — upon closer inspection, did a dragon do this...?! The previously exuberant man shoots a worried look to his coworker, in case the other man wants to chime in, but also as if to say: Are these guys for real?!
"Uh— th-this model it is, then..." he stammers, picking up Zuko's phone to examine it. "I'm not going to be able to get the SIM card out of that phone, just so you know."
"We don't care about that, as long as you can still get the money out of it."
"Uh— Excuse me?" The man sets Zuko's phone down with the most bewildered expression, throwing another odd glance to his coworker before turning to the older man as if he could provide some explanation that somehow... he's sure the old man can't.
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"Uh— th-this model it is, then..." he stammers, picking up Zuko's phone to examine it. "I'm not going to be able to get the SIM card out of that phone, just so you know."
"We don't care about that, as long as you can still get the money out of it."
"Uh— Excuse me?" The man sets Zuko's phone down with the most bewildered expression, throwing another odd glance to his coworker before turning to the older man as if he could provide some explanation that somehow... he's sure the old man can't.