'Look, why don;t we make a deal, eh? How HEHEEEEHAWWWWWWWWWWWW' you bellow.
'What's that dearie?' says the old woman sweetly. 'I can;t understand you when you bray like that.'
You lick you lips and realise your face is hairy. Touching it with your hands there's stiff bristly hair on your cheeks and chin. Looking at your reflection in the booth
window you can just make out it's white around your mouth and dark everywhere else. Your ears twitch slightly.