THE ENTERNAL XTREMELY INFERIOR TEAROOMS

chapter 3: SHITS ####### BONKERS AT THE FARMERS MARKET

my writing definitely improved

this is what roleplaying in wcue does to a man

also is it ample samples or apple samples

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The moon shone dimly in the polluted city skies, yowls of cats echoing through the jaded nighttime breeze of November.

"Holy!— Why is the farmers market open at this time," McKenzie exclaims, picking up a bag of all-spice amaranth.

"I parked the Jeep in that hole." Rich pointed.

"Why?"

"I brought the goddamn Jeep and theres no place to park it?"

"Well—"

Standing interrupted by the guy at the stall, Rich frowned. He looked homeless.

"Are you two gonna stand there in awe, or?" The stall guy says impatiently.

The silence gets louder. Of course, before a fish interrupts them by singing.

When the freight train comes right round—

The song is promptly dismissed in a bad manner by Rich, who has a vice-like grip on the fish's rubber-like head in one swift moment.

"Weirdos. Who keeps a stupid fish like that in their tents! Fucking *######## hobo,"
*R word. hint: it's a slur.

McKenzie mutters under his breath, scoffing.

"What's with these hemlocks?" Rich questions, holding one up to McKenzie.

McKenzie's line of thought is interrupted by Rich, narrowing his eyes, he takes a look at the hemlocks Rich was ranting about, before noticing their cart.

He feels his eyes about to pop out.

"What. Did you put in the cart?.." He says, eyeing their stolen Lidl cart up and down.

It was piled up high with various sacks of grains and stalks of random plants. Along with a few pots of what seemed like... marijuana?

"Will those even fit in the vehicle?..." McKenzie mutters, still in shock.

"If we try," Rich turns to the homeless-looking guy, brandishing the familiar navy card. "Do you accept PayPal?"

"Card?" The homeless guy says before seeing the card in his hand, along with a bushel of parsley, sage and rosemary. "Oh, no no. Cash only." He says calmly, pointing at the coin-box.

McKenzie's face returns to utter shock, soon turning into anger before Rich raises a hand to block him. He ends up knocking him over.

"God, do we not have any cash?"

Rich rummages through his pocket, revealing three buttons and fifty pounds.

"Aha. There, fifty pounds, I think that's enough. "

"That is NOT enough! With all that marijuana it'll be at least twelve grand!" McKenzie cries out, stomping his foot before falling to the ground and just passing out.

"We can haggle, it's worth a shot," He says calmly, walking up to the stall guy.

He was handing out samples of random assorted grain and herbs to non-customers.