You've found a small, seemingly serviceable code restaurant out in the middle of nowhere, and you decide to go in to grab something to eat. A large young-aged cat in chef attire runs to the front of the counter. She's sweaty, disheveled, and clearly out of breath.

"ALRIGHT, you look-a here! I got too many orders to fill, and-a too many deliveries to make! What do you want!?"