Synth City was a shit show. FIlled with piss, ink, vinegar, gum, plastics, and guck.
no soap. It was gross.
Goblins lingered there. They swatted fruit flies in their evening time and watched sunglow-honeysugar-sweetpea-pissdrops (HSSPPDS or hiss padd-whoack for 'quick')
Slewwing sugar beams. The shit sunlord of heat waves was the central figure of this shit land. He thought he was top shit. Well, he was on top of some Shit so he's fine.
So just leave that alone. "that;shat"