His fat fingers grasp a donut sitting on a filthy workshop table. The smell of this dark room reeks of mildew, mold and foul body odor. He shoves almost the entire donut in his mouth. Pieces of sugar and donut crumbs fall all over the items on the table. The dangling pendant light bulb flickers over the bloody tools, wires, clamps, straps, knifes, batteries on the workbench. The noises of a loud fan, traffic noise, and a dripping faucet in a sink are interrupted by the screeching of his chair as he stands up and grabs a roll of duct tape off the table.