Truly technology has come a long way, but perhaps Kristof was a bit out of touch with the now of society due to the lifestyle he had led for such a large portion of his life, however their circus had managed to flourish in a time where people's heads were filled with and overload of senses constantly was beyond him. 

Already impressed with the sign, the strongman began wandering off, breaking away from the group. Preoccupied with his tangential thoughts, Kristof had all but ignored the directions he was given, "In one ear and out the other". Becoming lucid in the middle of a stark white corridor, appearing completely abandoned. Surely he could figure it out, what did the sign say? Go straight? 

"Right, that's what I'll do, go straight!" Without paying much heed to the sign's direction Kristof began wandering the halls of sector Zelta. Passing numerous doors and other branching halls, they all appeared the same, was he going in circles or is this place as confusing as it appeared? For what seemed like an age the stocky man had pondered the location of the lunchroom, surely there would be a large, "LUNCHROOM" sign in front of the doors, right? Yet no such thing had come to be seen. 

Kristof's brow began to furrow as he grew rather frustrated, with a resolute thought he finally decided to open doors at random. With renewed ambition and rumbling stomach he would find the food that he so desperately needed! One question fluttered through the man's mind as he opened so many small white doors stuck upon the walls of this similarly white hall, "Why are there so many damned storage rooms?"

At last a large double door at the end of yet another forgettable corridor, this must be it. Kristof could simply smell the food beyond, and with a mighty push the doors opened up to- a larger storage room, darn! Turning his head, another double door sat at the end of a particularly stark hall, now this one [b]MUST[/b] be it! Ahh, yes even without his fourth dimensional smell Kristof could tell. Very slowly he swiveled opened the two doors, a divine light had blinded the man, twirling his mustache, drool dripping from his mouth - this is truly a lunch room of the gods.