Was this really the place? The whole building looked condemned... After a trek up to the 7th floor, you could hear signs of life. Someone was eating very loudly, occasionally belching between munches. A rather austere, extremely obese, triple chinned hellhound scowled at you from behind a desk, in the middle of a very long lunch break. Her body took a minute to stop jiggling before she spoke... "Hi, welcome to I.M.P. Tell me what you want, give me food, or get the hell BUUUURRRP~! -out."