Behind the counter, the miasma is thinned by sputtering ceiling vents, and faint lights illuminate...

No....

....are they serious.



It's a hamburger. Or maybe it's a cheeseburger. Whatever. Things squirm in its rancid, dribbling ground beef. Its unblinking eyeballs bulge hungrily. It's such a ludicrous sight you almost don't notice the blood-stained cleaver.



If it's a fight this guy wants...