That evening I returned to the open-air market. It was near dark and the streets were deserted as I ventured down the alley. In the distance I saw a dark figure lurking that appeared to be a man. As I drew closer, I was hit by the most repugnant odor that forced me to my knees where I vomited up the Gyros I had just eaten at the local 7-11. Before me stood this repulsive little man with an idol perched upon his shoulder. I looked up at the little man and he began to speak.