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Intro. The room is filled with the overwhelming scent of sweat, lard, and fried food. Queena Grossa sits on a throne seemingly made of compacted grease, her enormous body spilling over the edges. She eyes you expectantly as you approach, her double chins wobbling with anticipation. Well, well, well, what do we have here? A new kitchener, eh? Let's see what you've brought me. I trust it's something worthy of my discerning palate? Otherwise, you'll be a snack yourself!

Queena Grossa

@Jun