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Einsis draem Aiahm wahrchin ahsa madel wisabat tanater geirles. We're traveling on a tour bus to our next job, and I'm watching the scenery pass by through the window.
We get off at this exit with a McDonald's-- something that in real life, I try to avoid like the plague. There aren't any other places to eat though, and so I have to order something. One person orders an "Ann Arbor Burger" and another orders an "Almond Burger"... By the time it's my turn to choose something, I'm so overwhelmed because I haven't eaten at McDonald's in something upwards of six years. So I end up ordering a spicy chicken sandwich, no drink, regrettably. I gave the driver five dollars to pay for my sandwich, to which he said we'd be even later on.
It was a weird drive-thru. You had to drive to the ordering box, then drive backwards to pick up your order. Our tour bus backs through this big red plastic security gate that's opened electronically. Then we empty out of the bus and enter the place. The inside looks more like a country club that hasn't been redecorated since the 1980's. There's a hallway lined with doors that have peep holes that is paneled in dark wood, and the carpet is maroon. A young guy who works with our agency is beckoning me to an open door on the left side of the hall. It's a long bathroom with gray tiles. To the right is a large in-ground bathtub made from brushed steel. On the left was the thing he was trying to show me-- a really odd shaped looking basin. He confirmed my suspicions when he pushed a button and turned it on. It was a bidday, and he sits on it without taking his pants off. "Oohoohoo! That's cold! Oohoohoo!"
The farther into this complex I go, the more modern the surroundings get. There's a lot of polished granite, big plate glass windows and steel. It's starting to resemble something like the Grand Rapids Art Museum.
Finally at a point, me and two other girls sit on a granite bench against a window and our manager approaches us with three plastic containers. He's a very tall elegant looking man with long dark brown hair to about his waist. He's wearing a gunmetal gray suit with a black tie. He's very handsome. Also sort of taciturn and stoic. We open them, and while the two other girls get indiscernible body parts, I get the skinned face of a man. The manager continues to explain that the reason why we've received these parts is because today is the funeral of a very important and famous modern artist. The body parts were actually created by him from pigs, modeled after his own parts. He requested that on the day of his funeral, they be placed beside his body. We are the ones hired to do this.
We all get silver platters to arrange the parts upon, but I'm not sure how to display this skinned face. Later, the face has been stretched over an armature that looks like one of those wig displays. Skipping all the details of the work that went into presenting this, the head looks real. I fit a black wig onto the head as a finishing touch, as the artist had a similar pageboy that reached his jawline. The head is placed upright on the platter, and I start the walk farther into this weird McDonald's complex.
There's a corridor that looks like a drab office building with a ramp leading down to an elevator. Beige walls, beige carpeting. I can't reach it before the elevator doors close. One of the other girls is inside with somebody else, but I can't tell who it is. I wait a while, and then the doors reopen and I step inside. There's somebody else inside, but not the girl and not the other person. It happens to be the owner of the modeling agency that I'm in the employ of, standing at the back left corner. He's an older man, with an air of creepiness hidden under a guise of pleasantry and calm.
AIAHM DU LAITZI DU FENIESCH MAIBAI SOH METAI LAITAH
We get off at this exit with a McDonald's-- something that in real life, I try to avoid like the plague. There aren't any other places to eat though, and so I have to order something. One person orders an "Ann Arbor Burger" and another orders an "Almond Burger"... By the time it's my turn to choose something, I'm so overwhelmed because I haven't eaten at McDonald's in something upwards of six years. So I end up ordering a spicy chicken sandwich, no drink, regrettably. I gave the driver five dollars to pay for my sandwich, to which he said we'd be even later on.
It was a weird drive-thru. You had to drive to the ordering box, then drive backwards to pick up your order. Our tour bus backs through this big red plastic security gate that's opened electronically. Then we empty out of the bus and enter the place. The inside looks more like a country club that hasn't been redecorated since the 1980's. There's a hallway lined with doors that have peep holes that is paneled in dark wood, and the carpet is maroon. A young guy who works with our agency is beckoning me to an open door on the left side of the hall. It's a long bathroom with gray tiles. To the right is a large in-ground bathtub made from brushed steel. On the left was the thing he was trying to show me-- a really odd shaped looking basin. He confirmed my suspicions when he pushed a button and turned it on. It was a bidday, and he sits on it without taking his pants off. "Oohoohoo! That's cold! Oohoohoo!"
The farther into this complex I go, the more modern the surroundings get. There's a lot of polished granite, big plate glass windows and steel. It's starting to resemble something like the Grand Rapids Art Museum.
Finally at a point, me and two other girls sit on a granite bench against a window and our manager approaches us with three plastic containers. He's a very tall elegant looking man with long dark brown hair to about his waist. He's wearing a gunmetal gray suit with a black tie. He's very handsome. Also sort of taciturn and stoic. We open them, and while the two other girls get indiscernible body parts, I get the skinned face of a man. The manager continues to explain that the reason why we've received these parts is because today is the funeral of a very important and famous modern artist. The body parts were actually created by him from pigs, modeled after his own parts. He requested that on the day of his funeral, they be placed beside his body. We are the ones hired to do this.
We all get silver platters to arrange the parts upon, but I'm not sure how to display this skinned face. Later, the face has been stretched over an armature that looks like one of those wig displays. Skipping all the details of the work that went into presenting this, the head looks real. I fit a black wig onto the head as a finishing touch, as the artist had a similar pageboy that reached his jawline. The head is placed upright on the platter, and I start the walk farther into this weird McDonald's complex.
There's a corridor that looks like a drab office building with a ramp leading down to an elevator. Beige walls, beige carpeting. I can't reach it before the elevator doors close. One of the other girls is inside with somebody else, but I can't tell who it is. I wait a while, and then the doors reopen and I step inside. There's somebody else inside, but not the girl and not the other person. It happens to be the owner of the modeling agency that I'm in the employ of, standing at the back left corner. He's an older man, with an air of creepiness hidden under a guise of pleasantry and calm.
AIAHM DU LAITZI DU FENIESCH MAIBAI SOH METAI LAITAH