As you negotiate price for a package of gray market beef and butter a creature looking somehow both malnourished and impossibly fat stares at you with sunken eyes from the adjoining stall at the farmers market. You see movement below their three masks and hear a raspy voice, "don't you know that shit is bad for you."
As you negotiate price for a package of gray market beef and butter a creature looking somehow both malnourished and impossibly fat stares at you with sunken eyes from the adjoining stall at the farmers market. You see movement below their three masks and hear a raspy voice, "don't you know that shit is bad for you."