The nearest burger joint.

Driving up to the window, you order at least four of everything on the menu. After making payment, you have to wait in your car while they get your order ready. A representative comes up to you and knocks on your window, overladen with take-away bags.

You open your back door and help them pack the food into your car. "Having a party?" the rep asks with a smile. "Nah. Cheat day." You lie effortlessly, returning the smile.

"Must be one hell of a workout program." The rep whistles. "Well, good luck to you, and we hope to see you next week then."

You give the rep a quick nod and drive away, squealing your tires. Finding the nearest empty parking lot, you and Cerebos tear into the food loudly, making an absolute mess of the floor.

"Not bad." He munches, eating the burgers whole, wrappers and all. "But could be bloodier." You roll your eyes while opening your jaw wide and shoveling handfuls of fries into your mouth.