"I'm very hungry," the Pumpkin man says while looking down at you expectedly. This isn't the first time you've heard him say this, and it probably isn't going to be the last. You keep silent as you await his next order. "I want that," he says, his voice echoing in the empty diner, and points down. You're embarrassed and almost flushed. He's way too forward today! "Give me your ass," Pumpkin man says in the same lifeless southern drawl you've heard time and time again.
Your head spins as you quickly try to formulate an alternative to giving him your ass. You know you can't give him anything else or he'd slam his hands down on the counter shouting, "No! I don't want that!" before throwing it back as forcibly as his short vegetable arms would allow at yu. Your eyes meet the Pumpkin man's again. From his expression you can tell he isn't going to repeat himself. You nod in defeat as you drag and drop your ass onto the platter in between the two of you. He opens his mouth.