Pulling up to an odd cardboard cutout of a man with a trash bin next to him labled "bank" on the side of the road, you step out of the vehicle. Ellie warns you about how sketchy it is, and that you may get stabbed. She leans on her car door, her expansive frame pressing into it, but is too shy to cross the threshold into the city.

"GREETINGS CUSTOMER!"

A man proportioned just as oddly as the cardboard cutout of him steps out from behind it and invades your space. His teeth are too large. He looks like a puppet or marionette, the way he moves so animatedly with sweeping motions.

"WHAT can I interest YOU in? RHETORICAL QUESTION! I already know what you CRAVE!"