Food fight

Not so very very long ago, in a place not so very very far away (but nonetheless very very expensive to get in and out of, which may be considered to add up to the same thing)..

Enter chorus.

Chorus:
Two supermarkets, both alike in dignity,
In fair Reykjavík, where we lay our scene -
From slight discount rise to new competitivity
Where lowered cost makes shopper minds insane.

Enter Gregory, on his cellphone.

Gregory:
I'm telling you, man - 1 króna for milk in Krónan.
The stuff is cheep like dirt!
Is this like the end of the world or what?

Samson, on the Other End:
I bite my thumb at you, sucka!
Milk costeth nothing here in Bónus -
It's as free as the skin you were born in!

(sends Gregory photographic evidence
using flashy cell-camera technology)

Gregory:
I feel so ripped off...

Planets:
(realign)