"Hello, sweetheart," Greene spits bitterly at Rowe from atop his epic chipmunk mount.
As they idle before Rowe, the chipmunk begins washing its face, whiskers twitching and its wide eyes staring without clear focus at the chaos unfolding around it. It hungers for the taste of passengers, and to stuff them in its cheeks. It licks its paws and rubs at the whiskers around its mouth. It longs for the sweet lingering aftertaste that other creatures leave, long after it has spit them out to stash for later. Anxiously, the chipmunk fiddles with the zipper of its fannypack.
Soon...
"You know, if you weren't such a bitch, none of this would have happened," he says.
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As they idle before Rowe, the chipmunk begins washing its face, whiskers twitching and its wide eyes staring without clear focus at the chaos unfolding around it. It hungers for the taste of passengers, and to stuff them in its cheeks. It licks its paws and rubs at the whiskers around its mouth. It longs for the sweet lingering aftertaste that other creatures leave, long after it has spit them out to stash for later. Anxiously, the chipmunk fiddles with the zipper of its fannypack.
Soon...
"You know, if you weren't such a bitch, none of this would have happened," he says.