If I ever step inside your restaurant, be prepared for my bad manners and huge appetite. I very much like to eat, however, I do not like to eat normal foods, oh no, I would much prefer a wheel of cheese, or a jar of jam, and I am especially fond of sticks of butter. But, although I am capable of eating anything and everything I want, food becomes immediately inedible if not given to me at exactly the right time. Should you give me an incorrect item, I will throw it on the floor, loudly yell at you for getting it wrong, and leave the mess for you to clean up later. At the end of my visit, I will comment on your abilities to place the correct food in front of me, and if you did poorly you will receive sound criticism. However, if you did manage to satisfy me, I will be sure to tell you that I will be back to devour more food later. After I make a comment, I will promptly leave without paying. Should you ever see me coming, pray that you are prepared for what you are about to go through.