You're at the new diner in town and order some steak, it smells weird and the sauce looks like blood? You call the waiter and ask if they can heat it up some more, she replies with. "The chef takes these complaints personally, come speak with him." You follow her into the kitchen, she pushes you inside and locks the door leaving you in there with a pretty basic chef. He has a sinister grin and taps a rolling pin against his fist. "What did you say about my food?"