Cannibalcupcake didn’t have teeth, but she had frosting—sharp, crystalline, sugar-glass sharp. She sat in the passenger seat of MrBiggs’ portable, which wasn’t a car so much as a repurposed lunchbox on wheels, patched with duct tape and hope.
Despite—or perhaps because of—its obscure name, "CannibalCupcake and Mr. Biggs Portable" has gained traction in specific circles: cannibalcupcakeandmrbiggs portable