Midnight Doner demo

It's 4:20AM, you're drunk and starving, and there it is: the greasy sign of Midnight Doner. The floor's sticky, the fridge is warm, and you swear you saw something crawl behind the counter. The chef hasn't said a word since '98. The meat? Let's just say it didn't come with papers. But when the hunger hits, nothing else matters. Spin fast, pray it's chicken, and don't ask where the sauce comes from.