"Technically I guess I am the chef," he begins. "Though my 'associates' tend to do much of the cooking for the establishment. Ever since I lost my tongue I've had a little difficulty with tasting. Now ask me how I can speak without a tongue.. hee hee."

	A. "Alright, how do you speak without a tongue?" B. "So does your associates also make those lethal chicken wings?" C. "So then why aren't you in the kitchen?" D. "I heard you have a hand in the blackmarket." D. "I think I'll go get myself a drink at the bar."