After finishing their daily shifts, many of the Lizardmen would loiter around the commercial district, even though they couldn't afford to buy anything yet. They just stood there quietly, staring blankly through the glass windows, minding their manners so they wouldn't break the glass again. There were always puddles of drool left on the ground, which just meant extra work for the cleaning robots.
Finally, the long-awaited end of the first month arrived!
They had money!
When the first month's wages were deposited, the plaza was instantly packed. It was bursting at the seams.
Chaos erupted immediately. These Lizardmen had no manners. They didn't queue up or rather, the concept of waiting in a line didn't even exist in their culture. They started a massive commotion, shoving and clambering over each other to buy things. The moment someone managed to squeeze to the front of a vending machine, others dragged them right back down.
