You Don't Wanna Smell Like That

Jack has developed an odor in the few years of working at General Standard Company. It is a stale, musty scent that lingers around him like a black cloud of death. He attempts to cover it up with old man cologne, but the cologne only feeds the original scent, making it stronger and thicker and heartier. His odor is like canned beef stew gone rancid, like mothballs and sour dentures concentrated into a gravy and smeared into the lining of our collective nostrils.