Ah, Downtown Dialtown. Where the air tastes like crystal meth, and the crystal meth tastes like smog.

You’re currently in the park, but there’s some tent in the middle of it. You’d warn whoever’s inside of the syringes and..other nuisances in the bushes, but you can hear light snoring from inside. You choose not to bother.

Suddenly, a shirtless, green man toppled out, rotary phone head and all. It seems where the phone’s dial is supposed to be, is an eye? It’s shut currently.