Deciding that now is the prime time to commit some sweet and hopefully culinary crime, you walk on over to the restaurant.
Its called "Uncle Kaina's Seashore Sushi House and Grill" Its a smallish building with a deck leading into the entrance. The deck looks old and worn out, much like the old man Mr.Guntham appears to be speaking with. Resting next to the old man is an even older looking and bruised Arcanine. You also notice that one of the windows on the stores front is broken. Mr.Guntham rubs the back of his head nervously and sighed
"Well that is a shame. I was in a mood for a nice burger, and heard you still served real meat."
"I'm not after today, never again. If I was younger I would throw a huge bbq just to spite those young bastards, and if Arcanine was in his prime he could have run those bastards down in a heart beat. But neither of us are in our prime anymore, and I don't want my grand kids to know that grandpa died fighting some vegetarian punks"
"Why won't you call the police?"
"For the same reason you haven't already, Mr.Guntham. Or should I call you Fuji's Dropout"
Mr.Guntham mouth went agape for a second, and he looked over the old man. Blinked a few times and started laughing uncontrollably
"I wouldn't think to recognize you. You looked so young back the. I mean I knew you were an older gentleman, but still"
"These are trying times, and they age a man, but its nice to see that some of Rockets old programmers are making something of themselves and trying to live clean. One more job and you're in the clear, friend."
Guntham smiled, but then noticed your presence.
"How much of that did you hear?"