생각했죠. 젠장, 무슨 냄새였지? 누군가 창문을 열거나 제가 빨리 나오지 않는 한, 저는 저녁 식사를 고인의 무릎 위에 올려놓을 것만 같았어요.

I thought. Fuck, what was that smell. There was definitely something boakinducing about it, and unless someone opened a window or I got out quick, I was going to deposit my dinner right in the lacy lap of the dearly departed.