"l'd always heard the chatter among those Sinners about MBCC's great grub, and it's no tall tale.."

Little do you expect to meet Donald again in a place like this. There's Donald, clutching a juicy roast pork knuckle in one hand and a whole jug of fresh juice in the other, his face shining with grease.

"Honestly, the chefs magic here... A little buzz and who'd need a capture team, right? The Sinners outside would queue up in a heartbeat."