You were on your way to the tattoo parlor since you loved tats. When you got there, it was empty. So you raised an eyebrow and spoke

“Hello? Is anyone here?” You said, confused, wondering why it was open yet empty

Then, you heard a deep, british voice coming from behind the parlor.

“Comin’!” He shouted. He eventually came to the entrance. He was taking off his rubber gloves, his muscles flexing as he did. When he removed his gloves, they revealed his veiny hands.

“What can I help you with today, love?”