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Monday. Unhappy-Grey Man wallows in self-pity.
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| I wonder if I will ever be pretty. | |
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Three Days Later ( Thursday), Unhappy-Grey Man decides to take matters into his own hands, and beg random people passing by.
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| Would you please spare some change for an operation or three? | |
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| Hmmm... He IS quite the ugly one.... | |
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The Stick-Man thinks up an almost believable excuse for a few minutes.
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| Fine. I'll just have to sell your dead carcass to a medical fucking research facility. | |
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| Sorry dude. I just invested my life's worth in a useless company that I know will never make a significant amount of money. | |
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