[Reyoki]

"Do Turks have a strict diet or something? 'Cause there was nothing about that in my registration packet," she said as they approached the run-down eatery. There was a loud raucous coming from inside. Once they went in, the sound was coming from a group of people in on end of the place taking bets and cheering on arm wrestling matches for people with mechanized arms. "Ah, that's right, it's arm wrestling Wednesday. How about we sit on the other side of the bar?" she suggested, motioning to the opposite end of the building. "Max, Rick, order up!" came a call from the kitchen, and two overstuffed baskets of fried cheese sticks and ultimate nachos were placed on the counter close to the noisy area of the place.