Wurst | Client

I’d been a private investigator for twelve years, but I’d never had a client like Wurst.

“The casing is breaking, friend. New enemies. New meats. Stay by the phone.” client wurst

So I’m waiting. Briefcase packed. Mustard in the fridge. And I still don’t know who—or what—Wurst really is. But I know one thing: when the Sausage King calls, you answer. Because if you don’t, you might end up ground into something you never wanted to be. I’d been a private investigator for twelve years,

When I asked Wurst why he did it, he replied: “Because pâté is not sausage. And anything that is not sausage must be pure, or it threatens the sanctity of the tube.” you answer. Because if you don’t