Johnson you have failed to pay your roasting tax for the last meat-girl you spit roasted on this property, you know you can not roast another meat-girl until the taxes on the last have been paid, and I also see here that your fire pit and spit are not up to A.M.A code” the meat agent said walking over to Jessica with a knife in his hands, Jessica was afraid he would slit her throat killing her, witch is what is normally done to confiscated meat-girls, moving closer he cut the ropes that bound Jessica to the four corners of the table, “I’m afraid I’m going to have to confiscate this meat-girl and shut this roasting pit down until you pay your tax and bring this pit up to code” the meat agent said turning his back on Mr.
