[b][i][url=https://youtu.be/sc6msdpN0DU]Fried Chicken and Coffee[/url][/i][/b] [b]Inside Dojoville, McDonalds[/b] [i]Behind perhaps one of the sketchiest restaurants to ever exist, an old [url=http://www.compacindustriesny.com/sitebuildercontent/sitebuilderpictures/IMG_1399.jpg]garbage truck[/url] was parked, a man standing at the rear of it. On his head, a trashcan lid, his clothes a dirty sleeveless denim jacket with denim short shorts. On his feet, a pair of old boots. A cigarette hung lit from his mouth, and in one hand was a bottle of liquor. His hair was down to his shoulders, and he sported glorious muttonchops. His arms were tattooed, and he seemed to be rooting through the trash with them to load stuff into his truck, which was running, its engine loud as black smoke poured from the mufflers. A loud and obnoxious sound came from inside, some hard rock song that sounded like it was recorded in a garage. Throwing three entire trash cans into the back of his truck, he walked around to the front, burping and taking a gulp of liquor. Opening the truck door, he threw the bottle in and prepared to head off for more trash. After all, he was Trashcan Jesus. [/i] [spoiler]Open[/spoiler]