The ice cream looks rich and vibrant. You hate ice cream that way - why does it always look so damn perfect!?
The man smiles. 'Choose a flavour little girl...' His mouth is moving but all you can focus on is his greasy hair, slicked on his head like an eel.
Wait! I'm not a little girl!
Wait! There's only one ice cream! WHAT DO YOU MEAN CHOOSE A FLAVOUR!??
Hmmmmm Decisions, decisions.