Your eyes adjust and you realize you've run into the purchaser of the Wheel of Poultry, who's now glaring at you in a towering rage and covering you in spit as he hurls invective from a distance of one foot. The Wheel of Poultry is trundling away downhill like a giant feathery... well, wheel. As you watch in consternation it hits a high curb and flips up into the air like a tiddly-wink, landing neatly on the back of a huge truck. The lights change and the truck driver moves off down the street, heading out of town. You can just make out faint letters on the side: Marcie's Long-Distance, All-Weather Haulage Co.
The Wheel of Poultry's owner grips your shirt in one grimy fist and hisses at you like a starved cobra.
"That cost me $250,000!"
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