Hey, take better care of your stuff. It's not my fault.

[Saitama just meanders through the store, thumbing through his coupon clippings and comparing prices. He gathers up a decent grocery list, and casually carries it to the register, scans the coupons, and spends his time trying to find exact change. Everyone in the store is pretty freaked out because they're starting to recognize Sonic now that he's thrown around several weapons...]

Actually, if I get "serious", we need to find more open space. So let's go for a walk, I'll drop my groceries off on the way.