[@SpookySquid]

Chuck growled angrily as he watched the food being laid out for him. [color=ed1c24]"Hey, this isn't what I ordered!"[/color] He shouted at the bellhop as the young girl darted back out into the hallway before he had a chance to stop her. Turning back to the selection he stared down at what he'd received in place of what he'd asked for. There didn't seem to be a breadknife, or a bucket of ice, not even any ice cream.

Sighing with frustration Chuck picked up the steak in his hand and lifting it to his mouth took a vicious bite out of it. As he chewed the meat thoroughly, savouring the succulent flavour of the rarely cooked protein, he had to admit that whatever the meat was didn't taste at all bad. In fact he might order some more of it once he'd finished with his chore.

Reaching into his pocket as he lowered himself into the desk chair Chuck laid the mysterious heating envelope out in front of him, inspecting it carefully in the light of the merrily burning computer. Setting the half-eaten steak aside for a moment he reached inside his sleeve and pulled out the glass eye, carefully holding it in one hand in such a way that it rubbed against the envelope as he once again tried to open it.