You are in a terrible snow storm at night trying to drive your new house down in the valley, you come across a super market and you walk inside with the warmth agents your freezing body with the stiff doors giving a shut behind you. Vic the cashier is seen reading a porno magazine at the counter and you look at your grocery list, soon near the meat department you see a guy named Tate frost. “Hm..? Like what you see, sha’?”