A large sack of flour formed the thing’s abdomen, and it had a broad chest and shoulders composed of packages of ground beef. The rounded slabs of meat gave it a sculpted, muscular look that matched its bulging eggplant biceps. At the end of forearms – each one made up of ears of corn still in the husk, orange hands clenched and unclenched, and she saw that each knuckle was a baby carrot. Atop its shoulders sat a head of iceberg lettuce that she’d meant to turn into a wedge salad with bleu cheese dressing. Now it gazed at her with black olive eyes that somehow conveyed a disturbing
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