Íroas wasn't sure how best to approach this whole mess. Even though the restaurant was most definitely odd, there wasn't anything that could be pinned down as 'wrong.' Even though in Íroas could feel in his gut that something was off. Especially with the person that was attempting to take their order. He wanted to just start swinging, but what if he was wrong? Even if this was fake, that didn't mean people deserved to be hurt... well, not hurt by him, at least.
Pepe simply gave Íroas a small nudge with a nod of confidence.
So it was up to him after all. What should he do...?
The answer hit him like a bolt of lightning.
"Yes, hello, I am a health inspector." Íroas stated in professional tone as he reached into his pocket. He whipped out his bounty hunter badge quickly before slipping it back into his pocket. "As you know, all businesses must be inspected within 3 weeks of their opening, and we're pushing this deadline to the wire." He didn't even know if that was true, but it sounded real, and that's what mattered. "If you do not mind, I wish to get started, that way you all can be free to serve your customers their wonderful pizza."
The man froze for a moment, possibly eyeing Íroas up and down, though it was impossible to tell. Finally, however, his posture relaxed, and he nodded in understanding. "Yes, the health inspector. We are up to code. Let me show you the kitchen. It is up to code." The man gestured toward the back of the restaurant, where the kitchen was located. In so doing, however, he quite literally showed his hand. It didn't take a genius to notice it, that the hand had way too many fingers, and that none of them were the appropriate size or length for this guy's hands.
Pepe, taking this as a sign that shit was about to get real, started toward the exit. "I'll leave the inspection to you, partner! I need a smoke outside very quick!" Another lie to compound Íroas's, for Pepe did not smoke.
"Do not worry, this will be a quick inspection." Íroas said confidently as he followed the man's gesture into the kitchen.
If the front of Pepe's Pizza 2 was normal, but somewhat off, the kitchen was where things became wrong, but with a semblance of normal. The room had the general shape of a kitchen. It had the appliances, but whether they were in logical places for what they were was a coin toss. However, the apparent materials of the appliances were all wrong. An oven, for example, was not supposed to be made of wood. Nor were refrigerators traditionally made of grass. "Everything here is up to code. We make good pizza. The best pizza. Nothing compares. Two."
And then, at the back, was what looked like it was supposed to maybe be the door to the freezer. Doors were generally not made of what looked like a sort of orange, rubbery skin. A texture that Íroas, as a monster hunter, would be able to recognize. That was flesh of a mimic.
"Ah, I'm sorry, friend." Íroas stated as he rolled his shoulder. "You seemed to have made one huge mistake, one major health code violation. The book says the floor should be made of floor!" After uttering that horribly cheesy one liner, Íroas winded up before launching his right fist at the floor. His torso and hips twisted, adding even more power to the straight. His fist was like a train speeding ahead at full force as it smashed into the floor at full power.