Phan And Malinda sat silently and watched the shadow of the Fat Chef as he used a handsaw to cut something they couldn't make out. Based on the squishing and squelching sounds, they definitely knew it wasn't wood. 

While the fat chef sawed away on the thing that definitely wasn't wood, some sort of liquid from it splattered against the wall. "Damnit, not again" he sighed. he walked over to the wall and into Phan's and Malinda's view to wipe the mystery liquid off the wall. The Fat Chef was a real life version of Mario, the Italian plumber from the Nintendo game. He was short and round, with short brown hair and a bushy mustache. Instead of blue overalls and a red shirt, he wore cargo pants and a white apron with no shirt underneath. You could barely tell it was white due to the same dark liquid nearly covering the entire thing. He also had it on his hands and arms, all the way up to his elbows. 

The Fat Chef was halfway done cleaning the liquid splattered wall when the door at the end of the hall opened. It was only for a second, but when the light from outside shined in, the girls saw the liquid was a dark red blood. 

The door closed and Monsieur Fredrick marched toward the chef. "Big brother!" The Fat Chef said happily, "Shut up you bumbling idiot!" Fredrick shouted. "You were only supposed to grab the goth girl! Now we have some idiotic long-haired boy snooping around!"

"Grim!" Malinda exclaimed without thinking. Both men turned toward the cell. "Quite, bitch!" Fredrick snapped. "And YOU Francisco!" He said, turning back to the Fat Chef. "Finish up with him, and once you do, the normal looking one is next" 

"Are you saying I'm not normal looking?" Phan said through clenched teeth. Fredrick ignored her and walked past his brother into the area where Francisco had been 'working'. 

"And you'd better make it fast, we're now on a time limit thanks to your idiocy" Fredrick called out. A second later the sounds of a door opening and closing echoed through the room.