"HOW MUCH LONGER is he going to take?" asked the traveller to his mate, impatiently.

"Don't talk like that about him, if you know what's best for you," the other one spoke looking around as if the man was listening.

He rolled his eyes and said, "It's not like he is listening."

"You never know, brother...you never know who might be listening in the Westwoods."

They both were waiting for their buyer, who had bought the last batch of the so called 'pancake mix'. But they both knew what it really was: Tranks. Also known as Triazolam. A type of drug which usually people use to treat insomnia but if taken a good amount of dosage can...have other effects. The best part of the drug is that once inhaled, one won't remember a thing for the next 10 hours.

A few minutes later, the sound of a truck engine was heard.

"Did you get it?" spoke a deep masculine voice from the shadows.

"Y-yes sire." One of the travellers stuttered out.

"Hm...good. This is the last batch?" The deep voice asked and both of the travellers nodded in agreement.

"Alright. Load it up in the truck and you assfucks can leave," he said.

They both hurriedly started loading up the truck and with the approval of the man they went off.

Little did they know that they would witness a horrifying sin being committed that night...