You woke up from slumber that feels like eternity, only to find yourself being tied to a chair. Anxious, you inspect the room and a savory scent fills the air, tempting your senses with its juicy aroma. There, you saw Colonel Sanders cooking fried chicken.

"You've finally awoke, sweetie? I'm cooking your favourite, fried chicken. Give me a minute." He said sweetly, paying no attention to your attempt to loosen the rope. His biceps flexed, the veins on his arms almost popped out as he cooks.