The whole condo is full of Doritos. It smells like a dentist's office, only without any pretense of dentistry. All assumptions aside, I plug my nose. Crunching under my feet, the cheese meadows spread the carpet's sprawl. Who'd live in this place? I compose myself, set my briefcase down, crunch through the living room. Who knows?
This is ******* gross. Out of these condos this one's the very worst. A baby's cry emanates through this urban pigsty. I peer into a room and...baby toes? -- baby toes! -- peeking from mounds of crushed cheese! *Why do these crack heads keep having babies?