“See this snack here, Tabitha? That’s the one that’s going to kill Mommy in about 10 years.”
Yeah I’m about ready to whack a noob. Hurry up there Next Door Boy. I need to make my money back from this machine!
If only I hadn’t hit that machine so hard with my fist, also thought Ted upstairs. Now I can’t have children.
“Sorry Iris!” he said to a passing, oblivious woman.
“What??”
Nearby Douglas was nailing a machine more successfully. He was in better shape. He’d successfully live into his 50s. Until a steady diet of cherry squirt soda did him in.
Machines, hmph.
Sunklands 