A fairly large, metallic, and futuristic double door stood in front of us. Just like the structure of our Grunt's Dormitory, it was made with the same dull gray matte design and material. Above this futuristic door, a simple plaque with the word 'CAFETERIA' was placed.
"I'll fill you in while we eat, big guy~," said the friendly Grunt No. 704 excitedly. If I could see his mouth, he was probably grinning right now, seemingly excited to invite me to breakfast. But... I looked at the entrance of the cafeteria with a bit of doubt.
Was this cafeteria any good? Honestly, I had slight doubts about whether a supervillain like Max Brain would even care about us grunts' well-being. Given that 'grunts' and 'goons' in many fictional media are depicted as cannon fodder for the villain to use and discard as they please, it wouldn't be far-fetched to think that we grunts would be treated with little-to-no regard.
How ironic that this story has a cafeteria section as well...
HIATUS. Not much to say here other than it's not working out.