The group of horrible oddballs moved through a small entry chamber for guests to leave their coat and hat, into a single room occupying the entire level, and the level above it. Looking a bit like a mix of an office and a dining room, it's overly opulent, extravagant, cheesy luxury was stained by filth and bits of food, strewn across everywhere. Ranging from baskets of truffels probably worth hundred thousands of dollars, to just chunks nof raw meat, still covered in fur, to twinkies and frozen tv-dinners, stretching as far as the eye can see on tables crossing the entire room. A man that must have easily weighed half a ton, dressed in nothing but a bip and his own filth, was being moved across the room by a heavy duty wheelchair, grabbing food greedily with both arms, stuffing his mouth with both the food and the plates it was on, along the candles that decorated it, chewing through porcelain and golden candle holders with ease.
The tiger mumbled something under his breath.
"Hmpf..the richest man in the world...and exactly what you'd suspect him to be.."The almost inaudible comment however caused the colloss of a man to turn a single, bead-like eye, with a stare that could make a mountain turn sweaty, belching a sound that vaguealy resembled the
squeel of a rabbit pig. And immediatly the tiger stood up straight and shut up, tense like a gitarr cord.