Kisame sighed, turned back to the bucher. "Another six pounds of that unseasoned, and a half pound with more basil than garlic."
He followed the smacking noise that signaled the meat was gone now. "You need to learn to breath when you eat while you're pretending to be human. Most people don't bolt their meals in alleys." He tossed the new sack down. "There, less garlic. Try not to eat the BAG."