"I'm not the working type, but I'm ready for the food." I laughed as I walked in and sat down at a table, my huge gut pushing up against it. Known as The Great Nitchu, I was worshiped as a god by one of the local tribes. To be eaten by me was an incredible honor to my servants, and a horrible nightmare to the tribe's enemies. I was a pretty young boy, six or seven, with a tan body, black hair in a topknot, and a hugely fat body, dressed in a brown loincloth, which really showed more then it hid. Licking my lips I looked over to Olivia. "So, what's the special today?"