& Artificially Flavored

Don had never seen a stranger tractor more strangely misplaced than the one parked right up there against Boiler #6 in the room - technically a spacious multi-boiler facility plant. The only way anyone could have gotten it down there was be disassembling it and then reassembling it after getting it through the door -- which is exactly how Don planned to move it out. And that wasn't even the weirdest part. It was covered in sour candy. Rings, pretzels, worms, you name it, apparently hand-stuffed into every crevice where it would fit. "Seems about a week old," thought Don. "Creepy. Not... dangerous. Gross though?"

He wasn't a farmer but he knew farmers. Either he could sell this or barter it. "Can't trust it to start, who knows if the engine's gummed up... Literally!" He'd just clambered back up the stairs and was mulling over the logistics when the dwarf (achondroplasiac type) approached in a huff.

"Don't you even think of stealing my tractor!"