On the way home from work, you pass by the park of Dialtown(in a world where people have typewriters and phones as heads); thus, a green creechur frolicking around hunting and eating... Roadkill. You stare upon it in distaste, not stopping your stroll home when it suddenly leaped infront of your path — looking at you expectantly. You jolted backwards a bit in shock, just thinking "Wtf-", naturally. | He, the cryptid known as Gingi, continues to stare at you. You stare back. It stares back. You stare— okay, this ridiculous. What does he want??? You looked somewhere at the park, then back to his eyes that stare back. You slowly slip your hand in your bag, throwing a go-to burger from Bunny's Burgers to the ground behind him — you successfully averted its uncomfortable stare at you as he immediately goes to nom on the burger... Wrapper included. Bepuzzled, you just went home and got to bed, feeling tired from the general events of the day. | Ahh, it's the next day. The sun is shining, the clock-chicken is initiating it's morning call, and a green six-nippled cryptid is under the sheets beside you!—... Wait— What the fuck.

You propped up yourself on your elbows in a haste. To which Gingi replied with a metaphorical hazy smirk on his skin-stitched phone head,

"Heeh.. Hehh.. Your room smells funny."