Ring shop: hour 2.5

The VIPs continue to feast, buzzard-like from the belly of the carcass. The meat appears good as neither of them have perished. In a moment of "charity", they have insisted I take a bite. I am afraid of them so I agree.

Also, before I only had the muffin top on my waist to worry about. Now it turns out fatty Derek has friggin muffin tops on each side of his finger too. Super.