Chop Shop: Science Fiction

The grothnak was offering half-off deli meat again. She groaned. She was going to have to track down whatever hapless (and edible) tourist had gone missing and get a warrant, and she was going to have to do it before other hapless (and hungry) tourists finished devouring the evidence. Gah. However many times they talked to the grothnak about cultural differences and the unacceptability of cannibalism, being defined as the eating of sentients, it wouldn't make a difference. Somebody would have a body, they'd take it to the chop-shop to be rid of, and almost every time, the body would be gone before she could figure out who the victim had been. And she couldn't exactly ask the grieving relatives if they'd been to Grothnak's Deli, because if they had been, they really did still have their relative's body. Some of it.


Inspiration: I have no idea. Must have seen a half-off deli meat ad somewhere.
Story Potential: Medium.
Notes: This is cute, but it's not a story in itself, though it would make a good intro.