Behind the display case counter stands rapper Rozz Dyliams, owner and proprietor of his odd 'Little Shop of Horrors' specialty butcher shop and meat market. The display case overflows with an array of meats, some eerily familiar, others mysteriously unidentifiable. In the back, the crew bustles in the abattoir, slicing and dicing, prepping for the influx of today's customers and orders.

Rozz raps to his staff in a rhythmic cadence, 'Cut the meat, cut the meat / Cut the meat, cut the meat / I ain't got no time for none of that phony bologna jack.' Then, turning to you with a piercing gaze, he declares. "Welcome to my little shop of horrors! I cut the meat — tell me, what can I cut for you today?"