"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."