Roy followed his nose. The intense barbeque smells were emanating from a small pushcart kiosk. The cart's roof said in very simple neon, "Bum’s Kitchen". The cart held a large machine, which seemed to heavily favor a Dr. Seuss Creation. Large yellow hands continually shook small green hands in a cold metal frame, behind them a bellows expelled a foggy dark cloud of soot into the air that seemed to hang in the air for an instance and then sweep away into nothingness, leaving only the pungent aroma of burnt meat.

A dwarfish man sat in a high backed canvas chair starring at a monitor attached to the machine. Occasionally he would adjust one of three small knobs, or two levers affixed to the monitor. He wore a worn gray suit and struck a subtle likeness to Charlie Chaplin.

Roy's nose lead him two feet from this man who’s name badge informed Roy that his name was Sam, and that if he should ever want to hear the specials of the day all he need do is ask.

"Hello sir, would you like seat? Of course you do!" the man shouted, jumping from his seat, and in one fluid motion pulled up the wing of the cart and moved from behind it, a small stool sitting right before Roy.

"What do you sel-" before he could finish the man pushed him down into the chair. A small saucer rose from within the wing in front of him.

"Alright, you want 300? How many do you think you can take?"

"Excuse me?" Roy look confused.

"Oh you never had reds before? Oh ok ok ok ok, I Understand, here you look over here...” the man waived his hands towards the monitor and hopped back into his chair. Taking the levers, he began gesturing at the screen.

"You see this, this is our bovine loop, and we simmer any where from 200 up to 2000 cows at once, over a hot flame. Then we take all that meat, slather it our own saucy chemical treatments, and naturally occurring juices; then condense all that to a gel capsule that is only the size of your standard birth control pill!”

Harbolt looked on the monitor and saw a bird’s eye perspective of a large steel trap packed tight with cattle spinning over a tremendous looking flame.

“There are 300 cows in there? How is that possible?"
Sam looked inquisitively at Roy.

What? You ignorant son? That there is a little something we call the latest taste sensation! By harnessing Quantum Replication, Aramark has cornered the High Volumes Food Drug Market. Foodiez are the coolest thing! Everybody is doing it. It's like a pizza roll for your head!"

Sam pauses in mid-sentence, his eyes running through a script in his head as he begins to struggle with the routine. Roy holds up his hand.