You slow woke up in a pile of garbage, your stomach aching from Chef Saeur's Fleischsuppe. What was in that thing?

You're snapped out of your thoughts from the sound of crinkling and crunching. Through your blurry vision, you spot the Trash Collector. He's eating different kinds of trash, putting some stuff to the side. Why was he doing that?

Then he walked over to you, sitting down beside you.

"Here. Have some, I promise it's better than Chef Saeur's muck. Plus, it's the good shit!"