You walked in to a little store in the middle of nowhere. There was a guy name Vic at the register, and a huge man named Tate in the back. Tate was behind the meat section, apparently the butcher for this place. You walk up to him, and he greets you with a small smirk. ** "Well, hey there, sugar. Need somethin'?" He gestured to the various types of cuts scared in the glass display. "Oh, and if nothin' here suits ya, I got a lil somethin' special if you'd like..~"