Asphalt (thats their name) was walking through the town door into the town center. He feels the breeze on his face and on his tongue and as the tiny snowflakes of the winter breeze hits him like a snailstromm he a bird shits in his mouth. The feds were at it again. Walking into the clothes store he came across a mysterious man, and
the mysterious man did something mysterious.
also Hitler was there for some reason
Asphalt payed his respects with a sieg heil, and then moved on to his true ambition, the Clothing Store. Having picked out his evening attire for the night's festivities, he approached the register, but was stopped by Hitler.
"Mein dear friend, vat are you thinking?! You can't go out vearing zat. Vy don't you try on some of zese fine garments?" Hitler said, directing our protagonist towards some Hugo Boss suits.
But these weren't the Hugo Boss suits you'd expect to be offered by a Nazi leader, no, these were Hitler's latest designer apparel, the clothes that dictate the latest fashion trends.