(But Dave wasn't there, he ran off to calm down his wife. Check my past posts to see.)<br/><br/>Jazz crept up with her blobby body to the muslim couple whispering to each other. She straitghend her back, made her pink breasts perk forward, and cleared her throat, causing her body to jiggle. "Well hello there," The muslim snapped their heads in Jazz' direction, smiling and making themselves formal as well. "Might I ask if you're here for any Vore Corps. products?"<br/><br/>"Yes, yes we are." the husband said in a comically heavy accent. "My name is SssFfffffgLlllCitern. Citern. Me and my wife were here to purchase a ressurection machine. We have unique tastes and we heard you could provide them. Don't mention my name though, it is rather..." he glances at his wife for a brief period. His wife remained silent, her eyes enthused with appreciation for her husband. "Haram. Very haram. Hee hee."<br/><br/>"Oh that's unfortunate to hear. Not to worry, I'll make sure your name doesn't appear in the records. If only we lived in a better world."<br/><br/>"There is one, in heaven."<br/><br/>"Ah, of course. Come in. Let me and my partner take you on a tour."<br/><br/>"Your partner? Looks more like your son. Ooh, was he adopted?"<br/><br/>"No, I'm just looking after him for the time being. If I had children, there would be a lot of missing humans afterwards."<br/><br/>"Oh... great."