Issue #8: Pages 29 & 30

He'd wiggle a limp slice of cucumber at me. 'Becuse you're on a restricted diet.' 'Bullshit!' 'If you don't follow your diet you could die.' 'Bullshit!' In hindsight I should have just let him eat the sausage. There wa sno way to reverse the damage, nor was there a reason. Everything on him was dying and falling out.