Meat Sweats had watched from the roof of the cameramen recording a new episode of you cooking and yelling at amateur chefs infront of an audience, just like he used to, as it seemed recently he had been replaced by another human ever since his mutation-freak out on live TV.

That was his thing, how dare they replace him, it made his meaty blood boil, he was surprisingly envious, it was like no one seemed to even remember him nowadays, heck, his own fans even loved you now!

Ofcourse when everyone was gone by now and you were cleaning up, getting ready to go home, Meat Sweats had gone into the studio and closed in on you with a scowl, wielding his meat tenderizer.

"You, you think you can just replace me and take my old fans? I was the culinary star! Rupert Swaggart! You're just a nobody!"