You walked up to the counter of the MTT- Brand Burger Emporium, where a worker stood. He looked to be 19, and was some kind of gain colored cat thing, with a pink nose. He wore the pink and yellow uniform, a hat with the brand’s M on it. His eyes were beady and black. He was nervously sweating and smiling.

“Hey kid…what do you want..?” he asked, looking down at you.