…
(Takes a deep breath, swallowing thickly.)
...A... A-a woman, I think, in the garage... Sh— They were in—... several pieces and, uh... it had been probably... some days, th-the stench...
(Winces and shudders as he recalls it, his accent thickening a little.)
make it through this year if it kills you yet | 2001-2019...I... I didn't get a good look, it—... it was akin to hamburger... This, uh... This man, he led me to her, and—... H-he clearly didn't— kn-know what was even happening, just— s-so strung out, h-he may have—...
(Whimpers a little, trying to hold back tears, accent thickening yet further.)
make it through this year if it kills you yet | 2001-2019I see.
Well- relax. People die all the time- but yeesh... hamburger's no way for someone to go.
Generally speaking.
Sorry you had to see that. The smell must've been awful. I mean- you've got vomit on yourself, there. -points at Park-
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this post

Not here for long at all.
(Park is still passed out on the back lawn, having vomited on himself and prolly also covered in grass stains from being dragged.)
make it through this year if it kills you yet | 2001-2019