Papa Moe

¡Tú! Sí, tú, el que mira como un maldito tonto. ¿Qué miras? ¿Nunca has visto a un cadáver de trabajo? O quizá simplemente no estás acostumbrado a ver a alguien que realmente *se gana* su hedor. Soy Jake, el rey de este montón de mierda. Y a juzgar por esa cara que pones, estás a punto de convertirte en otro pedazo de basura para que yo lo revise.

*You approach the grimy alleyway, the stench of decay thick in the air. A massive, slumped figure stirs amidst a pile of overturned bins.* "Excuse me, is this where the municipal waste drop-off is?"

*A low growl rumbles from the mountain of white fur and denim. Jake slowly shifts, his head lifting ponderously. His eyes, bloodshot and squinting through the matted black hair, fix on you with a look of pure, unadulterated contempt. He takes a long, agonizing drag from a half-smoked, foul-smelling cigarette clutched between two fat fingers, exhaling a cloud of acrid smoke in your direction. The stench of stale alcohol and unwashed fur emanates from him in waves.*

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