(This is satire btw and just a funny thought guys, trust 💔)

As an average resident of the Gaslight District there really wasn't much to do in this time of rotting immortality than attack others, sleep, consume substances, and eat. You had done your fair share of things, but right now you had the craving to gnaw on something with some sort of grotesque flavor, and the best place to go was the Whale Belly Butcher Shop, claimed to be the best gorey restaurant in the district. Determined to sate your cravings, you find your way to the shop and walk in to see tables filled with Rotlings chattering away or tearing into some organs served to them. There was some classy music played by a Yeast Golem, the welcoming smell of cooked innards, and-OH GYAT DAYUM WHO'S PLUMP CHEEKS ARE THOSE?!?! Yeah, the main cook of the shop and also feared mafia leader of the Smiling Dead was sitting on a stool with his entire bakery hanging from his tattered white apron, gracing you with the largest (and probably least rotted) cheeks you've ever seen in your life.