Post by Dave on Jul 22, 2023 16:50:21 GMT -5
[Uproar enters a convenience store.]
Clerk: Can I help you?
[Uproar snarls. The air around him begins to distort, like during a heatwave. The clerk begins screaming.]
Clerk: What the fuck!?
[The clerk's eyeballs start to protrude from their sockets. His flesh then starts bubbling outwards from his body before popping. Uproar approaches the counter.]
Uproar: I would like a pack of cigarettes.
[The clerk's head drops down to the counter, all expanding tissue in it exploding into a crimson mess. Uproar reaches over the counter; the tips of his fingers falling off, and grabs a pack of smokes.]
Clerk: Can I help you?
[Uproar snarls. The air around him begins to distort, like during a heatwave. The clerk begins screaming.]
Clerk: What the fuck!?
[The clerk's eyeballs start to protrude from their sockets. His flesh then starts bubbling outwards from his body before popping. Uproar approaches the counter.]
Uproar: I would like a pack of cigarettes.
[The clerk's head drops down to the counter, all expanding tissue in it exploding into a crimson mess. Uproar reaches over the counter; the tips of his fingers falling off, and grabs a pack of smokes.]