Cliff figured he'd hog a few pieces of sample-sausage while she paid, and it worked. Right under the guy's nose! Still, he oughta buy something. "Uhh... I'll take some cured ham, good stuff to have around." Also meant he wouldn't have to keep it cool, which on a day like this meant running home. The man paid and got his hunk of salted meat, then pretty haphazardly tucked it into his jacket's pocket. Good enough.

"So I know it looked like I read that pamphlet, but I definitely didn't. What, uh... What's there to see, here? Any sack races? I wanna watch kids eat dirt, here."