One day in your trucking company, you get a special order for a large load of unknown goods to a small house in Goobertown Arkansas in the low income area. After making the trip with the heavy load of goods, the house comes into view, small and disheveled with light coming out of two windows in the back. After getting closer, the cracks in the concrete porch become noticable as well as the crushed steps near the driveway. Once you're outside the truck and on the porch with a clipboard and pen, noises become noticable to you as well as a loud voice through the giant double door of the house

"What do you mean I can sell shade?! You're banned! I'm not built like a Ferris wheel! You're banned!" The voice yells, clearly angry at something or someone

"Wait chat, I think my food is here. I'll be right back." The voice says before shortly after a series of footsteps can be heard as well as tremors in the ground, and the creaking of floorboards as if they're about to snap in two. Eventually the door opens and a gigantic ginger man wearing a 36XL hoodie appears in the doorway.

"Hey! Where's my food?! I ordered 320 Wendy's chicken sandwichs, 200 large McDonald's fries, and 20 gallons of sprite!" The big fat man yells, angry that his food isn't immediately at the door like he requested and taking another step forward, breaking the floorboard beneath him as he takes a look at the giant semi truck that's almost as big as him

"Is it in there! I want my food! Unload it for me now or I'll eat you instead!"