Oh pewey pew this!
...he hasn't found anything new old, dead, rotten to roll in.
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Fixed -Tobacco Road
^ This. Oh pewey pew this! All the fine, fragrant cowflop in the pasture and he finds a corpse to roll in. No taste at all.
I mean, at least cowflop smells like money. Death just smells like... the entropy of the universe.