Junk in the Trunk
(Carl smells particularly musky today.)
(It appears as though this wild elk has taken up residence in an abandoned shop...)
(Carl paws the ground menacingly.)
(Is there a melancholy air about Carl, as though he's grieving for Gambino in his own inscrutable way? Or are you imagining things?)
*EEEUUUUUUUGH!* (Carl utters a squealing bellow. You hope it's not mating season.)
*Snort*
(You get the feeling that if you want to buy something, you should just leave your money on the counter and back out slowly...)
(Carl rubs his hindquarters against a clothing rack and grunts vigorously.)
(It's probably best to avoid eye contact, as Carl may feel threatened by it.)
