Ask the eyeballs what they sell here.

"What exactly do you sell here?" you ask, trying to keep your racing mind under control. The effort and energy it takes you to keep yourself together results in a slight twitch in you left arm.

The eyeballs chuckle darkly. "Just the usual things... jewelry, dishes, cutlery, record players, people, cassettes..."

It takes you a minute to realize what the man has said. Your arm flys out and you nearly knock a vase over as you say, "I don't think I heard you right. Did you say... people?"

"That's right," the eyes reply. "Now I'd appreciate it if you came this way. I have a few things I'd like to show you."

The End

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