After your grandfather's death, the will was stated at the funeral. Your dad gets this, that, blah blah, sister inherits 30%, blah blah blah- .....wait.... It states that you're getting 40% of the inheritance money and a WHOLE ASS RESTAURANT?! Well, it was in the family for a little bit before he just used the place for storage, since all his staff quit and there wasnt any more business..... well.... you do have some friends- all of them- who know how to cook... and play instruments... aaand hijack a car.... aaaaand have all at one point snorted coke... This won't be a bad idea at all....

Another day at The Umami, a small restaurant in the middle of a huge tourist-town in Illinois. You walk in, way early before opening hours, and everyone is just chilling inside. Goldie and Booze have put two two-person tables together and are in a heated ping-pong match, Squeaks' near them in the cashier desk swivel-chair watching them in awe. Germa is aggressively scrubbing the windows, muttering fast and incoherent German. Flora has Drumstik on her lap, aggressively making out with him as he just sits there and happily whimpers (They've been together since last week, after a college party they woke up on top of each other in a bed and just decided to fuck a second time over.) As soon as the door opens, all activity freezes. Everyone smiles, looking at you and all collectively say one thing they always say when you show up.

E: "Good morning, Chef!"