"Salt! Salt here! Get your Salt here," Peter Vermes and his assistant Benny Feilhaber cried over the noise of the crowd, "Finest salt in all the land."
A passerby stopped, curiosity piqued, "Is this salt for free?"
"Fuck off," Feilhaber quipped, pushing the guy away from any potential customers, except nobody was buying their salt today.
Long time peddlers of salt, Vermes and Feilhaber cries fell on deaf ears. Their usual buyer, the notorious Ismail Elfath, was no longer buying it. In fact, nobody was.
Here stood two men with their salt, alone.
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There once was a coach named Peter Vermes,
Who had so much salt it went past his knees.