Author : TJMoore
The butcher brought his cleaver down with a meaty â€œTHUNKâ€ and scraped another festipods head into the waste bin. He hung the shimmering body on a hook in line with a dozen or so just like it and grabbed another from the pile.
â€œThese are as fresh as they get.â€ He advertised to the customer waiting at the counter. â€œI just got them in this phase.â€
â€œSixty a quarter pod is a little steep even if they are fresh.â€ She complained. â€œWhat about your grizorma, does it have preafers in it or is it gnashy?â€
â€œI make â€˜em myself with the sharpest preafers in the valley.â€ He bragged.
â€œIâ€™ll take a third of a half loaf then.â€ she decided and continued browsing the cold case at the front of the counter.
â€œAre those Humans really twenty apiece?â€ she inquired.
â€œYep, special introductory price on those from a new supplierâ€ he confirmed.
â€œHow do they get them so cheap? Arenâ€™t they incredibly hard to find?â€ she asked.
â€œNot theseâ€ he gestured; â€œTheyâ€™re farm raised by the supplierâ€.
â€œMy, at that price, we can have them every ten-revsâ€ she chortled. â€œIâ€™ll take a half pod.â€
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