'What are you _doing_? There's gotta be a thrift store within at least 20 miles of this place and you're gonna spend some of that dwindling dough on some over-priced _Killjoy_ merch?'

Continuing to make my way down the hall towards Killjoy's table, I peer down at my own clothes, the same rags I'd been wearing since December. I take a big whiff...they smell like rancid onions and unwiped assholes.

"I'd rather wear something in context with the combined words 'kill' and 'joy' than what I have on or some over-priced lice-infested fuckin' hand-me-downs. I wanna feel something quality made against my skin, that ok with you!? I'M TIRED OF THIS SHIT!!"

I've made it, Killjoy's merch table.

'This is why you're poor, you imbecile. Aw for cryin' out- there's _cereal_ all over the shirts!'

"Still better than what I have-"

I notice the over seven foot monster standing in my periphery and turn to peer into his chest. Then I adjust my view, my eyes traveling up the trunk of the redwood to a pair of glaring eyes.

"-on."

'_That's_ Drezdin!?'

"Drezdin. Holy Christ, you're a whole lot bigger than I thought you were. I guess, for once, someone was looking out for me when they didn't add me to your 15k challenge. I'm glad my name isn't Billy Gore..."

'No shit.'

I pull out the cash for one...think it over and pull out double the amount. I look to Killjoy...he's doing what he's been doing, I assume, since Drez stalked over: staring up at the monster with mouth agape.

"Hey......HEY."

I get his attention.

"One for me-"

I snatch a large.

"-one for him."

I snatch a quadruple XL off the top of the formerly untouched monster size stack off to the far left and hand it to Drez.

'Christ, his hand is as big as your fuckin' head!'

I toss Killjoy the cash and turn to leave.

"Kick Gore's ass Drez."

I walk away, switching my yellowed plain white T shirt with my new shirt.

'Now you only need new shorts. You still smell like unwiped assholes...'