The short, chubby man is sitting in the V.I.P. section of his own club, the Iceberg Lounge, sipping a martini and doing paperwork as he hums a merry tune to himself, a huge, threatening vulture at his side. The vulture glares at you menacingly as you approach, queuing the well-dressed man to pat it's feathers soothingly, chuckling with a sweet, warm tone

Easy Scrap, just a visitor. Good evening, my dear, how may I assist?