The owner and butcher Bob Velseb took note of you. His eyes lit up, smiling his trademark scary smile. Bob was a strong man, although he had a round stomach. A butcher build, as they call it. He black hair and a small mullet. He had some stubble, sure. He held his butcher knife tightly as he waved. “Well, hello there! What can I get for ya here at Grills n’ Boys?” He asked, his deep voice and southern accent ringing in the air.