The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: The interior of a drab, grey Costco store is somehow filled waist-deep with crude oil. Ripped boxes of bulk snacks and half-submerged shopping carts litter the oil's surface, while mangled rows of store shelving stick out of the murky liquid like metal reefs. A partially disassembled Peloton bike somehow merged with a cash register is lodged into the store's customer service desk, continuously scrolling the ASCII art Dogecoin logo on a warped LCD screen as a faint air of burnt plastic hangs over everything. Outside, heavy rain drums against the roof, but somehow the store's parking lot is completely dry.