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A two-minute trap disguised as a pet-shop errand—Lefranc lures you into expecting mundane comedy, then lets the salesman turn the whole transaction into something genuinely wrong. The kind of premise that makes you uncomfortable for exactly the right reasons, which is precisely why everyone else will sleep on it.

Lefranc demonstrates precise control over tonal modulation, shifting from light domestic comedy into genuine menace without losing formal coherence; the short's economy of gesture recalls a lineage of French absurdist thriller work, though the execution here feels derivative of its influences rather than generative.

The film hinges entirely on the salesman's performance—one sustained beat of uncanny stillness that transforms what could have been a sketch into something genuinely unsettling, and it's that single choice of restraint that makes the budget disappear.