“And so I stared into his eyes. Those narrow, evil looking eyes. They stared back, like some dread abyss, fixed upon mine, locked in a terrible gaze that seemed to reach into my very soul. It frightened me. Frightened me in ways I cannot fathom even now, condemning me to suffer at the hands of a thousand nameless unknown terrors. And all the while, he ate his doughnut, with pink icing and sprinkles, and then he left. So ended one of the most harrowing experiences of my long and otherwise happy time as a Doughnut Purveyor.”