Meet Emma Ciare, contrary to what homies believe she is not a portrait of an emaciated instance of parasitical rise/advancement. In fact she's thriving and disseminating the acceptance of obliteration by way of la fiesta holmes. Food? What are you talking about vato, you are bones, shake 'em up, ask the lady for a dance macabre. You might even get lucky and get treated to her Saint-Saëns version of it.