TRASH
Well it's not people, but it sounds like the next best thing.
"Okay bring on the swine cause I'm about to slice me a pig and slice him thick!"
"Well hold on there killer! I'm glad to see your enthusiasm, but yer gonna have to take up the killin' manner with Junior."
"What?"
"Tarnation Mel! You DO remember Junior right? He's a little slow but a good boy an' a hard worker. He's not much for the conversation, but he sho' knows how to kill dem pigs, I'll tell ya what! Got a natural talent fer it but he gets a little over protective of his nitch."
"So why do you want me to help at all then?"
"Well that boy spends TOO much time in that there slaughter house. He ain't been home fer days! His momma's worried about him an' I have to admit I am too. I figure if you can give him a break from the pig killin' for awhile, maybe he'll actually come visit us on his own accord. Okay then, the pig I'll leave you to it."
Wonderful Clem has left you to deal with a retard armed with butcher tools with a love for killing. You approach the small slaughter house. You can hear the sounds of squealing pigs either being killed or awaiting their impending doom. Flies buzz all around and the smell of death is enduring here. As soon as you step in, you feel cold and your boots feel the squishiness of guts on the floor blood is everywhere. Pigs run back and forth in their pens frantically trying to escape, except for one big fat one all by himself in the back that's sleeping peacefully. (Or maybe it's dead, you can't tell from here)
A big deformed man looks up from his recent kill and directs his attention immediately on you.
"WHO YOU?" he asks gripping his meat cleaver. This could only be Junior.
"I'm your cousin Mel, easy there. Your dad sent me to help."
"NO HELP! I KILL GOOD!"
"He knows that, but he says you're overworked, and you should have some help. He's worried about you."
Junior looks at you for a minute and then speaks.
"YOU WANT KILL OR CHOP UP?"
"Okay bring on the swine cause I'm about to slice me a pig and slice him thick!"
"Well hold on there killer! I'm glad to see your enthusiasm, but yer gonna have to take up the killin' manner with Junior."
"What?"
"Tarnation Mel! You DO remember Junior right? He's a little slow but a good boy an' a hard worker. He's not much for the conversation, but he sho' knows how to kill dem pigs, I'll tell ya what! Got a natural talent fer it but he gets a little over protective of his nitch."
"So why do you want me to help at all then?"
"Well that boy spends TOO much time in that there slaughter house. He ain't been home fer days! His momma's worried about him an' I have to admit I am too. I figure if you can give him a break from the pig killin' for awhile, maybe he'll actually come visit us on his own accord. Okay then, the pig I'll leave you to it."
Wonderful Clem has left you to deal with a retard armed with butcher tools with a love for killing. You approach the small slaughter house. You can hear the sounds of squealing pigs either being killed or awaiting their impending doom. Flies buzz all around and the smell of death is enduring here. As soon as you step in, you feel cold and your boots feel the squishiness of guts on the floor blood is everywhere. Pigs run back and forth in their pens frantically trying to escape, except for one big fat one all by himself in the back that's sleeping peacefully. (Or maybe it's dead, you can't tell from here)
A big deformed man looks up from his recent kill and directs his attention immediately on you.
"WHO YOU?" he asks gripping his meat cleaver. This could only be Junior.
"I'm your cousin Mel, easy there. Your dad sent me to help."
"NO HELP! I KILL GOOD!"
"He knows that, but he says you're overworked, and you should have some help. He's worried about you."
Junior looks at you for a minute and then speaks.
"YOU WANT KILL OR CHOP UP?"