[He's not not contemplating hiding among the hanging skeletons in the off chance someone happens by them...]

Oh, lucky you. I was recently acquainted with it when the infinite shopfront opened. The first new clothing we could get ahold of, and of course, it had to be overpriced linen vacation shirts. [He would rather die.]

There's a fifty-fifty chance that at least one animatronic inside that store will actively try to kill you. Either that, or the creature that lives in the Tommy Bahama is still lurking around the racks...