She Gets Mad

"Please leave this house!" you say. "I don't even know who you are!"

"Of course you don't know me!" says the woman, clearly getting agitated. "I'm from the future, and I'be come back in time to get rare 2000s fabrics and materials to sell for profit."

"How is that even possible?" you ask.

"So many questions!" she says, getting even madder. "I've come for fabrics! Now give me some or I will be very, very, very angry!"

You decide to give her...

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