Jareth watched as all the residents filed past on their way to the next activity, a soap sculpting class. The couple at the end of the line, a large Inuit-looking lady in a white fir coat and a man with a large plastic grinning head stopped in front of his chair. The woman handed Jareth an ice cream cone and the man pressed a large cheeseburger into his hands. They stared at him, unblinking, before finally shuffling away.
"Well, fuck," groaned the Goblin King.
A/N: Before you ask, I don't know. It's Band Camp week and tech rehearsal week and my brain is in a reeeeeally weird place.