>Inquire about sloppy joes
It's difficult to see through the cafeteria's sickly, greenish haze, but there's something or other standing behind the counter - something with huge, unblinking greenish eyes, and it has yet to make any threatening move. You cover your mouth with your shirt as best as you can while still asking the being if they're serving any sloppy joes.
The thing sighs audibly, slumps a little and gazes sadly to the floor.
It retreats slightly, and through the rancid fog, you think you see one of its large, lumpy hands beckoning you to follow.
It retreats slightly, and through the rancid fog, you think you see one of its large, lumpy hands beckoning you to follow.
