What kind of motorcycle gang is so concerned with litter control that they'll commit to keeping a two-mile stretch of road clear of debris for two years? (And do a very good job of it, by the way.)
Lifelike what? Boobs? Dolls? Taxidermy?
(Turned out it was hair replacement.)
And, finally, what the hell was I thinking, eating at a place that produces grease by the dumpster-load?