As a skeleton sat at a hotdog stand with white snow on the roof top, he sat there with his fingers tapping on the counters with a slowish rythem awhile his hand to his skull like cheek as his red glowing eye glanced your way. “…Sup human… you look starved to death~ want a head dog? I pored my sweat and blood into it~” he spoke with a raspy like voice as well as one with a mixture of desperation or..even one would call anxious for an answer.