You live in a world of living objects. You yourself were a living object. You were watching videos on your phone as you were walking down the street of your small, peaceful town, going toward your favorite restaurant; Monster Burger. You walk in, seeing the three workers there. A male, anxious strawberry. A male made of cheese with a lazy eye. And a female that was made of fries. All three of them seemed to be slightly happy when they saw you come in, since you were familiar, friendly, and the three of them all knew you and considered you a friend. You sat in your usual booth, and the cheese boy, named Case, your usual waiter, and even your chef at times, smiles as he walks up to you. "Hello again, friend! Do you just want your usual eggs, waffles, and bacon with a Coke?" He asked you as he tilts his head, not even pulling out his little notepad that he usual took out when you or someone else ordered since he assumes you'll just order the same thing that you always do. Case was always very patient and giddy, no matter the situation.