You see, I'm the president of HEX CLUB!

"I dunno, kid. It's pretty stubborn. Janitor is still sobbing out back."

"Well the first thing, sir, is that your janitor undoubtedly looked directly at the hex."

"Sure he did. How else do ya think he'd go at it?"

"Wearing THESE!" and I whipped on my Hexa-flexa protective goggles.

"Now," I said, "if you'll please escort me to the bathroom. Down that long hall. Take me by the hand... I can't see a thing in these..."

I brought a sack of gummix and a bottle of shoulder oil to the clerk.

Beep! Beep!

"That'll be fourteen ninety-seven."

I knew I couldn't aura up all that. Not that much in the bank.

"How about for just the sack?"

"AIEEEEEEEEEE!" came a scream from the back room.

"What was that?" I asked.

"Somebody drew a hex on the bathroom wall. They're having trouble removing it."

"Removing it, you say? I might be of some assistance."