At the Food Truck Expo (FTX), Cesare had just given Steve a pretty nice backpack as a "gift" that was beginning to weigh him down and he was going back to get the ten gallon cowboy hat when he noticed that you were looking at the food truck. He quickly jumped through the customer window and leaned against the counter nonchalantly.

"Hey. I see you looking at my truck here. My pride and joy. My magnum opioid..."

He crossed his arms on the counter and spoke rather quickly, leaning foreward.

"So, you're looking to buy some NASTY food, huh? I mean, I'm telling you. This is the worst stuff you'll ever find. One bite will make you rethink everything you've done before that bite... and then you'll buy another one. Because BAD. FOOD. SELLS. BURGERS."