Jesse looks at the paltry ten tokens in his hand, then at the fryer Crispy just cooked him in, then at the other food stands and their attendant clowns. He weighs Crispy's words in his head and considers his options, such as they are, and then looks at Crispy who has been waiting patiently and intently all this time.
"Um, no hard feelings," he says, inching back towards the booth's exit, "but would you mind if I, um, shopped myself around a bit first?"
Crispy clicks her tongue. "Oh, I'll be sad, but I understand," she says. "You want to get the best price for yourself, just the same as I want to get the best price for you for me. I can't guarantee you'll find a better offer here than what I just made you, and I can't guarantee my offer will still stand when you come back, but feel free to try."
Jesse nods, mumbles a quick thank you, and walks out of the booth to take in the scenery. There's the twins' eating contest over there, still waiting for a "volunteer." He has a pretty good idea what he'd be volunteering for, and he's not sure he'd get any tokens for his troubles there. There's also a booth nearby called "Boy Burger," sporting a picture of a smiling naked boy (whose face looks eerily like Jesse's own) stuffed into a greasy hamburger bun. And a little ways past that, there's another booth named "Leg Stand," decorated with sinister paintings of huge fat clown-women chowing down on human legs.
The clowns have all noticed him now, and they're all beckoning him closer. The eating contest twins keep patting the space on the table between them. The clown at Boy Burger--a surly, grease-stained cook smoking a cigarette and thumbing through a magazine simply called "Kid Meat"--wolf-whistles at Jesse and turns up the heat on her grill suggestively. The clown at "Leg Stand" leans over her counter to show off her frighteningly huge boobs and gnash her teeth (fangs, really) in a way that Jesse has to admit is turning him on a little bit despite his better judgment.
Jesse hesitates, and then he hears Crispy cackling from behind him.
"Oh, look at you!" she says, slapping her belly. "it's just dawning on you that you're going to try to sell yourself to be eaten, isn't it? I love it!"
Jesse tightens his grip on his tokens and steels himself for his final decision. Who does he go to?
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