WEBVTT Kind: captions Language: en 00:00:00.160 --> 00:00:05.000 The man staples a missing poster to the  telephone pole, his hands shaking. It’s   00:00:05.000 --> 00:00:10.800 one of hundreds he’s put up today. And to the  untrained eye, it raises a frightening question:   00:00:10.800 --> 00:00:15.240 Why would someone be putting up a  missing poster with his own face on it? 00:00:15.240 --> 00:00:19.920 The most important person in the world to  this man has vanished without a trace. No   00:00:19.920 --> 00:00:27.440 phone call. No note. Not a single shred  of evidence. Just… Gone. In due time,   00:00:27.440 --> 00:00:33.680 this man will find the person he’s looking  for - But in a way, he’ll wish he hadn’t. 00:00:33.680 --> 00:00:38.160 But to solve the mystery, first, we  need to go back to the beginning… 00:00:38.160 --> 00:00:42.880 Despite being identical twins, the two brothers  have always been as different as different can   00:00:42.880 --> 00:00:48.240 be. One has a talent for sports and athletics,  the star of his little league team as a child,   00:00:48.240 --> 00:00:53.040 and now an avid competitor in local  marathons. The other prefers indoor   00:00:53.040 --> 00:00:58.880 activities like playing video games, reading,  and drawing comics. One is an avid meat eater,   00:00:58.880 --> 00:01:04.360 and the other a vegetarian since the two went  on a field trip to a farm at ten years old. 00:01:04.360 --> 00:01:08.720 They may have the same face, but their  personalities, the way they dress,   00:01:08.720 --> 00:01:13.040 and the distinct lion tattoo on the  athletic twin's arm guarantee that   00:01:13.040 --> 00:01:16.920 no one could ever confuse them for  one another. But their differences   00:01:16.920 --> 00:01:21.680 haven't stopped them from being close.  Even after 25 years of being brothers,   00:01:21.680 --> 00:01:27.520 they still talk every day while enjoying the  one thing they both can agree on: coffee. 00:01:27.520 --> 00:01:31.200 The two brothers are enjoying their weekly  Saturday morning coffee at their favorite   00:01:31.200 --> 00:01:35.640 local coffee shop, when the athletic brother  asks the artistic brother if he's heard of   00:01:35.640 --> 00:01:40.720 the new fast food place in town. It's a burger  joint, and apparently they're giving away free   00:01:40.720 --> 00:01:45.040 meals as part of a promotion to celebrate  their opening and bring in new customers.   00:01:45.040 --> 00:01:50.160 The athletic brother intends to take advantage  of the deal later that day when he grabs lunch. 00:01:50.160 --> 00:01:54.240 The artistic brother isn't particularly  interested, but asks his brother to let him   00:01:54.240 --> 00:01:58.960 know if the fries turn out to be any good. They  finish their coffees, go their separate ways,   00:01:58.960 --> 00:02:04.520 and the artistic brother thinks nothing more of  it. That is, until the next day rolls around and   00:02:04.520 --> 00:02:09.240 he hasn't heard from his brother since  coffee. It isn't completely unheard of,   00:02:09.240 --> 00:02:14.760 but still enough to send up a small red flag in  the man's head. He shoots his brother a text,   00:02:14.760 --> 00:02:20.560 lighthearted but still concerned: "Did the  burger give you the runs or something? You okay?" 00:02:20.560 --> 00:02:25.440 Another day passes, and still nothing. Now he's  getting worried. He even calls his brother's   00:02:25.440 --> 00:02:30.000 girlfriend to check in, and his stomach drops  when she admits that she hasn't seen him since   00:02:30.000 --> 00:02:35.240 Saturday. That does it. Something is wrong. He  drives to his brother's house, and sees that the   00:02:35.240 --> 00:02:41.520 driveway is empty. The lights are off. Nobody's  home. He scrambles to come up with his next steps.   00:02:41.520 --> 00:02:46.080 The police aren't likely to take him seriously  with no signs of foul play. From an outside   00:02:46.080 --> 00:02:51.120 perspective, it looks like his brother just  decided to take a trip without telling anyone. 00:02:51.120 --> 00:02:56.040 But he wouldn't do that. He'd let his loved  ones know first, so that they wouldn't worry.   00:02:56.040 --> 00:03:00.040 The artistic twin feels his head spinning,  his thoughts beginning to spiral toward the   00:03:00.040 --> 00:03:05.920 worst case scenario. No! He can't let despair  overtake him. He needs to keep a clear head. If   00:03:05.920 --> 00:03:10.440 only there was some way to track his missing  twin...Wait, that's it! The two brothers had   00:03:10.440 --> 00:03:14.240 switched on location tracking on their phones  several months prior, and they should still be   00:03:14.240 --> 00:03:19.960 sharing locations! If his brother still has his  phone, then he'll be able to find out where he is! 00:03:19.960 --> 00:03:23.120 The app shows that his brother's  phone is currently in a nearby town,   00:03:23.120 --> 00:03:28.240 about two hours away. Better get moving- and  fast. The sooner he can get to the bottom of this   00:03:28.240 --> 00:03:33.200 maybe-missing person's case, the better. Maybe  it'll all turn out to be a big misunderstanding,   00:03:33.200 --> 00:03:38.080 and everything will be okay. He can only  hope. But in spite of his hopes, when he   00:03:38.080 --> 00:03:42.000 arrives at the location where his brother's  phone is supposedly waiting, there is no sign   00:03:42.000 --> 00:03:48.680 of him. He spots his brother's car, abandoned on  the side of the road, the doors still unlocked. 00:03:48.680 --> 00:03:53.120 His phone is sitting on the driver's seat,  left behind with the vehicle. His stomach   00:03:53.120 --> 00:03:58.640 turns as the dread washes over him. Leaving  town unexpectedly is one thing, but his brother   00:03:58.640 --> 00:04:03.280 would never leave his car and his phone like  this. Not unless something terrible happened. 00:04:03.280 --> 00:04:07.280 The man scans his surroundings in a panic,  searching for any clue as to where his brother   00:04:07.280 --> 00:04:12.960 might have gone. Nothing. There's nothing  here but a fast food place. But wait! Maybe   00:04:12.960 --> 00:04:17.160 someone inside saw something! One of the  workers, or the customers? It's a bit of   00:04:17.160 --> 00:04:21.760 a long shot, but it's better than nothing!  He shoves open the door and rushes inside,   00:04:21.760 --> 00:04:26.600 where the employee at the counter greets  him with a wide, somewhat vacant smile. 00:04:26.600 --> 00:04:31.360 He asks her if she's seen a man who looks just  like him, but she shakes her head. She hasn't   00:04:31.360 --> 00:04:35.560 seen anyone except for their customers all  day. Speaking of which! Would he like to try   00:04:35.560 --> 00:04:39.640 a burger and a drink of choice for free?  Special new promotion! The man declines,   00:04:39.640 --> 00:04:43.560 grimacing at the inhumanity of offering  a fast food deal to someone clearly in so   00:04:43.560 --> 00:04:49.640 much distress. For a moment, he thinks he sees  her smile falter, betraying a glint of cold,   00:04:49.640 --> 00:04:55.400 hard cruelty in her eyes beneath the veneer of  friendliness. But just as soon as he sees it,   00:04:55.400 --> 00:04:59.160 it's gone and the smile is locked back in place. 00:04:59.160 --> 00:05:03.720 This place is giving him the creeps. He'll use  the restroom quickly, then get back out there   00:05:03.720 --> 00:05:08.440 and continue the search for his brother.  Time is of the essence. In the bathroom,   00:05:08.440 --> 00:05:13.000 he splashes a bit of cold water on his face,  letting the slight sting bring him back into   00:05:13.000 --> 00:05:17.960 his body as panic threatens to disassociate  him from it. Gotta stay focused so he can   00:05:17.960 --> 00:05:27.400 keep looking. Then, out of the corner of his eye,  he spots it. No...it can't be. But it is. There,   00:05:27.400 --> 00:05:33.400 on the wall of the bathroom stall, is a dead  ringer for his brother's lion tattoo. It's faded,   00:05:33.400 --> 00:05:36.800 barely noticeable, but it's definitely there. 00:05:36.800 --> 00:05:40.760 He calls the police, but there's nothing  they can do. After all, there's no way to   00:05:40.760 --> 00:05:45.920 definitively tie his missing brother to this fast  food restaurant. A lion design and a free burger   00:05:45.920 --> 00:05:51.840 are hardly enough to build a case. But he knows,  deep down, that they had something to do with it.   00:05:51.840 --> 00:05:57.360 And he isn't the only one. His case catches the  attention of the SCP Foundation, and they begin   00:05:57.360 --> 00:06:04.480 looking into the restaurant chain. They even  assign it an official designation: SCP-2789. 00:06:04.480 --> 00:06:10.960 SCP-2789 is a fast food restaurant franchise by  the name of Beefbelly Bill's. It serves lunch   00:06:10.960 --> 00:06:17.160 and breakfast, and each instance of SCP-2789  includes fully operational fryers, grills,   00:06:17.160 --> 00:06:22.680 soda and ice cream machines. Whenever  an instance of SCP-2789 first appears,   00:06:22.680 --> 00:06:27.000 it will integrate itself into nearby plumbing  and electrical lines by extending pipes and   00:06:27.000 --> 00:06:32.000 wires that connect themselves to the nearest  system. This is not the only strange thing   00:06:32.000 --> 00:06:36.880 that happens whenever a new Beefbelly Bill's  opens. But you probably gathered that from   00:06:36.880 --> 00:06:42.920 context clues. When an instance appears, there  will be at least four staff members inside. 00:06:42.920 --> 00:06:47.720 Though these staff appear to be human, they  cannot be removed from the premises even by force,   00:06:47.720 --> 00:06:52.040 and will refuse to leave even after the  restaurant has closed for the day. When   00:06:52.040 --> 00:06:57.880 an instance of SCP-2789 is destroyed, the staff  will dissolve into piles of tissue and bodily   00:06:57.880 --> 00:07:04.800 fluids. This may sound gruesome, but it is far  from the most disturbing aspect of SCP-2789.   00:07:04.800 --> 00:07:10.600 The true horror of SCP-2789 revolves around the  promotional deal that thirty random people in   00:07:10.600 --> 00:07:15.840 the proximity of the anomalous restaurant will  be selected for each year. The process by which   00:07:15.840 --> 00:07:20.480 these individuals are chosen is still unknown,  but each of them are offered a free burger with   00:07:20.480 --> 00:07:27.280 their choice of drink. It sounds a bit too  good to be true, and that's because it is. 00:07:27.280 --> 00:07:31.600 After several missing persons cases were linked  to Beefbelly Bill's, specifically regarding the   00:07:31.600 --> 00:07:35.920 victims receiving this promotional deal,  the Foundation assigned agents to monitor   00:07:35.920 --> 00:07:40.920 the activity at several of the restaurants.  When an individual was selected for this deal,   00:07:40.920 --> 00:07:45.280 the agents would track their whereabouts and  monitor their condition from a distance. The   00:07:45.280 --> 00:07:49.920 first few people offered the deal declined  it, and nothing of note happened. But then,   00:07:49.920 --> 00:07:54.880 one individual, a middle-aged woman  in Northern California, accepted. 00:07:54.880 --> 00:07:59.840 Five hours after consuming her burger and  soda, she left her home, got into her car,   00:07:59.840 --> 00:08:04.960 and drove to a city over an hour away. She  seemingly had not planned on this trip ahead of   00:08:04.960 --> 00:08:10.960 time, and was seized with a sudden, inexplicable  urge to drive to the city. Foundation agents would   00:08:10.960 --> 00:08:16.400 later note that the city she drove to did not have  a local Beefbelly Bill's franchise. At the time,   00:08:16.400 --> 00:08:22.080 that didn't seem relevant, but the significance  of this detail would soon become tragically clear. 00:08:22.080 --> 00:08:24.720 The agents watched as the woman exited her car,   00:08:24.720 --> 00:08:29.600 and walked to the corner of a busy street. She  suddenly clutched at her chest, and collapsed   00:08:29.600 --> 00:08:35.560 to the ground as if from a heart attack. As  for what happened next...well, it gets a bit   00:08:35.560 --> 00:08:40.560 complicated. None of the agents assigned to follow  the woman could remember what they saw, nor did   00:08:40.560 --> 00:08:45.600 their recording equipment manage to capture  any video or audio of the incident. Instead,   00:08:45.600 --> 00:08:51.720 their cameras only recorded static interspersed  with images of the Beefbelly Bill's logo. 00:08:51.720 --> 00:08:56.760 All the agents remembered was seeing the woman  collapse, and then, as if it suddenly appeared   00:08:56.760 --> 00:09:03.120 from nowhere, there was a new Beefbelly Bill's  where her body had fallen. Where did she go? Where   00:09:03.120 --> 00:09:08.360 did the restaurant come from? Why couldn't they,  or any other civilians in the area, remember what   00:09:08.360 --> 00:09:13.360 had happened? That same day, analysis of the  material taken from the site of a demolished   00:09:13.360 --> 00:09:19.800 Beefbelly Bill's franchise came back from the lab,  and a gruesome picture began to come together. 00:09:19.800 --> 00:09:25.280 Structural components taken from an instance of  SCP-2789 found traces of bone marrow and spinal   00:09:25.280 --> 00:09:31.160 fluid, as well as human epidermis being used as  insulation for electrical wires. They even found   00:09:31.160 --> 00:09:36.880 an enlarged human brain hidden in the walls of the  restaurant. DNA testing of this material matched a   00:09:36.880 --> 00:09:41.600 man who had gone missing a few towns over from  the place where the restaurant had appeared.   00:09:41.600 --> 00:09:46.560 DNA analysis of material taken from this new  restaurant revealed that it was a match for the   00:09:46.560 --> 00:09:51.760 woman from California. With this new information,  the Foundation research team was able to make   00:09:51.760 --> 00:09:58.640 enough educated guesses to put together an outline  of the process by which SCP-2789 instances form. 00:09:58.640 --> 00:10:03.240 Once a person has consumed their free burger  and become possessed by the urge to travel to   00:10:03.240 --> 00:10:10.400 a nearby city, they are given the designation  SCP-2789-2. Upon reaching their destination,   00:10:10.400 --> 00:10:15.960 SCP-2789-2 will experience something  like congestive heart failure. Then,   00:10:15.960 --> 00:10:20.320 their body will begin to rapidly increase in  mass until it has reached a height and width   00:10:20.320 --> 00:10:25.320 of approximately four meters. At this point, now  that they are large enough, the victim's tissues   00:10:25.320 --> 00:10:31.280 and bodily fluids will begin to transform  into materials commonly found in SCP-2789,   00:10:31.280 --> 00:10:37.040 such as wiring, countertops, tables and  chairs. If there are any buildings in the way,   00:10:37.040 --> 00:10:41.480 they will be absorbed into the structure.  Some of the buildings that SCP-2789 has   00:10:41.480 --> 00:10:47.760 been observed to bond with have included grocery  stores, churches, gas stations, and libraries. 00:10:47.760 --> 00:10:53.760 The brains recovered from SCP-2789 instances still  give off electrical impulses, indicating that the   00:10:53.760 --> 00:10:59.880 humans transformed into these restaurants may  still be alive. How aware they are of their   00:10:59.880 --> 00:11:05.400 condition, if they are aware of anything at all,  still remains to be seen. It is uncertain where   00:11:05.400 --> 00:11:09.560 the staff inside of the restaurants come from,  though analysis of the organic material they leave   00:11:09.560 --> 00:11:14.880 behind upon destruction of the building always  matches the DNA of the rest of the structure. 00:11:14.880 --> 00:11:18.960 Following the initial discovery of the  anomaly,the SCP Foundation began tracking   00:11:18.960 --> 00:11:25.440 SCP-2789 activity. When a new instance popped  up in Colorado, a researcher was dispatched to   00:11:25.440 --> 00:11:29.240 conduct interviews with the staff in order to  shed more light on the nature of the anomaly.   00:11:29.920 --> 00:11:33.960 First, the researcher, whose name has been  redacted from the file and who therefore I   00:11:33.960 --> 00:11:42.040 shall refer to as "Researcher B" (for burger),  spoke to an employee of the SCP-2789 instance. 00:11:42.040 --> 00:11:45.560 The employee issued the standard  greeting at the sight of Researcher B,   00:11:45.560 --> 00:11:50.720 "Hi, welcome to Beefbelly Bill's! How may we help  you today?" Researcher B responded with a request   00:11:50.720 --> 00:11:55.880 for information. When did the restaurant first  get to the area? The employee smiled vacantly,   00:11:55.880 --> 00:11:59.320 and said, "We officially opened for  business yesterday, of course! Would   00:11:59.320 --> 00:12:03.760 you like to try our BLT burger? And for just  three-ninety nine you can make it a combo!" 00:12:03.760 --> 00:12:08.680 Researcher B declined, and asked for  clarification. The "when" was established,   00:12:08.680 --> 00:12:11.200 but how did the restaurant  get there? And how did it   00:12:11.200 --> 00:12:15.240 pop up so quickly? The employee  shook their head and shrugged. 00:12:15.240 --> 00:12:18.560 "I'm sorry!" Their voice was  chipper, but a bit hollow,   00:12:18.560 --> 00:12:23.640 like a computer spitting out a pre-programmed  line. "If you have questions about our company,   00:12:23.640 --> 00:12:27.960 you'll have to speak to the CEO. He's the life  of the company! I hope he's able to help you,   00:12:27.960 --> 00:12:32.120 here at Beefbelly Bill's, customer  service is our top priority!" 00:12:32.120 --> 00:12:37.320 The mention of a company CEO piqued Researcher B's  interest. There had been reports of a mysterious   00:12:37.320 --> 00:12:42.960 older man at various SCP-2789 instances,  who claimed to be the CEO and founder of   00:12:42.960 --> 00:12:49.400 the company. Descriptions of the man varied, with  only a few constants. The man always wore a suit,   00:12:49.400 --> 00:12:55.560 and always had a large mustache. Perhaps there was  some truth to these claims. "I don't suppose you'd   00:12:55.560 --> 00:13:00.760 be able to contact your CEO and ask him to come  here, could you?" The cashier shook their head. 00:13:00.760 --> 00:13:05.320 The CEO, they said, comes and goes as he  pleases. No one could tell him what to do,   00:13:05.320 --> 00:13:10.080 least of all a lowly cashier. As  Researcher B was preparing to leave,   00:13:10.080 --> 00:13:14.840 the cashier called out to him, "Oh! I almost  forgot to ask! We have a special offer today,   00:13:14.840 --> 00:13:17.680 would you like a free burger  with your choice of drink?" 00:13:17.680 --> 00:13:22.600 Researcher B had been looking into SCP-2789  long enough to know what that meant,   00:13:22.600 --> 00:13:26.440 and to know what would happen if he  ate that burger. He refused the offer,   00:13:26.440 --> 00:13:32.520 and prepared to exit the building. As he did,  the cashier became distressed, face turning red,   00:13:32.520 --> 00:13:38.760 and shouted at Researcher B for being "ungrateful  for not accepting his gift." But who was "he?"   00:13:38.760 --> 00:13:44.120 Were they referring to Researcher B, or to this  legendary CEO and founder? They couldn't be   00:13:44.120 --> 00:13:49.240 certain, but Researcher B had his own personal  suspicions. Thirty minutes after the interview   00:13:49.240 --> 00:13:55.400 was conducted, Foundation operatives raided the  SCP-2789 instance and evacuated all customers. 00:13:55.400 --> 00:13:59.800 The employees refused to leave, and when some  operatives attempted to remove the employees   00:13:59.800 --> 00:14:05.000 by force, they vanished and reappeared in the  restaurant's kitchen. With no other option,   00:14:05.000 --> 00:14:09.520 the Foundation proceeded with the demolition  process, destroying the building- but not before   00:14:09.520 --> 00:14:14.600 grabbing the burger and drink previously offered  to Researcher B for testing. After the building   00:14:14.600 --> 00:14:19.720 was destroyed, the food and drink samples were  tested and found to contain traces of human blood,   00:14:19.720 --> 00:14:24.520 mucus, and bone marrow in both the sauce  of the burger and the drink itself. 00:14:24.520 --> 00:14:28.360 Though they had not gotten much  information on the nature of SCP-2789,   00:14:28.360 --> 00:14:35.120 the Foundation had learned something: whoever  the mysterious old man designated SCP-2789-1 was,   00:14:35.120 --> 00:14:39.480 the staff answered to him. He could  be in charge of the whole operation,   00:14:39.480 --> 00:14:46.400 if he truly was the "Founder." Agent R (r stands  for Redacted, just a bit of Foundation humor),   00:14:46.400 --> 00:14:51.440 traveled to an SCP-2789 instance in Washington  to attempt an interview with the Founder,   00:14:51.440 --> 00:14:57.000 perhaps the famous Beefbelly Bill himself.  Agent R found the mustachioed man sitting   00:14:57.000 --> 00:15:03.240 at a table inside the establishment, drinking a  milkshake. When asked for an interview, he agreed. 00:15:03.240 --> 00:15:08.440 Agent R asked the man to detail his  involvement with the anomaly. He responded,   00:15:08.440 --> 00:15:10.760 "I'm the CEO of this fine company. Beautiful,   00:15:10.760 --> 00:15:15.840 isn't it?" Agent R couldn't quite bring  himself to agree. He was, he replied,   00:15:15.840 --> 00:15:22.080 not a fan of the way the restaurant franchises  were being constructed. You know, sacrificing   00:15:22.080 --> 00:15:27.720 innocent human lives and warping their bodies  into organically-derived fast food restaurants. 00:15:27.720 --> 00:15:31.720 The Founder laughed at this, and said "I'm  afraid to have a successful business in   00:15:31.720 --> 00:15:36.120 this day and age, you'll have to make  sacrifices...I expected someone from   00:15:36.120 --> 00:15:40.720 your foundation to know that." Agent  R made sure to keep his face stoic,   00:15:40.720 --> 00:15:46.320 but privately he was shocked. How did this man  know about the Foundation? More importantly,   00:15:46.320 --> 00:15:51.320 what did he know about it? He deflected the  comment, keeping the focus on Beefbelly Bill's. 00:15:51.320 --> 00:15:54.760 The Founder went along with it.  "Of course, of course. Here I was,   00:15:54.760 --> 00:15:59.360 sitting in my office one fine day, and  I thought, what if I could increase the   00:15:59.360 --> 00:16:03.000 number of restaurants in my business,  at no cost, and increase production,   00:16:03.000 --> 00:16:09.360 also at no cost? Sure, there are some  morally or ethically questionable things-" 00:16:09.360 --> 00:16:14.000 Here. Agent R interjected, raising  his voice, "The deaths of hundreds,   00:16:14.000 --> 00:16:18.160 just to "increase production?" The Founder  cleared his throat loudly to cover the   00:16:18.160 --> 00:16:23.800 sound of Agent R's voice, then continued  speaking, chest puffed out with pride. 00:16:23.800 --> 00:16:28.400 "But ultimately, it's all worth it to increase  my business. Every person who accepts my gift is   00:16:28.400 --> 00:16:34.000 a hero! A sacrificial lamb to further something  far greater than themselves! It's not like the   00:16:34.000 --> 00:16:37.680 old days, where someone would offer you  a human sacrifice to help you along. No,   00:16:37.680 --> 00:16:44.400 the world has changed, and I've adapted along  with it. After all… I am the life of the company." 00:16:44.400 --> 00:16:48.720 These words...Agent R had  heard them before. He spoke up,   00:16:48.720 --> 00:16:52.520 "Your employees say the same thing, word  for word. What exactly does that mean?" 00:16:52.520 --> 00:16:57.120 Rather than answer the question, the Founder  finished his milkshake, loudly sucking ice   00:16:57.120 --> 00:17:02.320 cream- if it really was ice cream- through  the plastic straw. When he was finished,   00:17:02.320 --> 00:17:07.640 he gave Agent R a wink and simply said,  "That's a company secret." Then he stood up,   00:17:07.640 --> 00:17:12.480 tossed his empty cup into a trash can,  and excused himself to go to the restroom. 00:17:12.480 --> 00:17:20.840 As soon as he was alone, Agent R called for MTF  unit Xi-17 to come and detain SCP-2789-1. However,   00:17:20.840 --> 00:17:25.480 when the unit arrived on the scene,  the Founder was nowhere to be...well,   00:17:25.480 --> 00:17:31.640 found. The instance of SCP-2789 was promptly  destroyed, and the location and containment of   00:17:31.640 --> 00:17:38.240 SCP-2789 was made a top priority. They couldn't  be sure why he knew about the Foundation,   00:17:38.240 --> 00:17:42.960 but they needed to find out as soon as  possible, and by any means necessary. 00:17:42.960 --> 00:17:48.400 Any instances of SCP-2789 that are discovered  must immediately be destroyed in order to prevent   00:17:48.400 --> 00:17:53.760 them from spreading. The aforementioned  MTF-Xi-17, "Cross Country," is assigned   00:17:53.760 --> 00:17:59.160 to locating instances as soon as they pop up.  They accomplish this by monitoring social media   00:17:59.160 --> 00:18:04.920 and other available mediums and searching  for any signs of SCP-2789. At this moment,   00:18:04.920 --> 00:18:10.160 the Foundation has still not been able  to contain SCP-2789-1, but members of   00:18:10.160 --> 00:18:16.040 MTF-Xi-17 have been advised to attempt to  contain him whenever the opportunity arises. 00:18:16.040 --> 00:18:19.440 A standard humanoid holding cell  has been prepared for the occasion,   00:18:19.440 --> 00:18:24.480 though I have my doubts about its ability to  hold this mysterious fast food mogul. I don't   00:18:24.480 --> 00:18:28.880 mean to cast aspersions on the research  team and their choices, but everything I   00:18:28.880 --> 00:18:33.320 have observed about this man indicates that  he does not abide by the laws of nature,   00:18:33.320 --> 00:18:37.280 nor should he be assumed to be the  ordinary man that he appears to be. 00:18:37.280 --> 00:18:43.240 When reading the interview with SCP-2789-1,  I was struck by the man's mention of "human   00:18:43.240 --> 00:18:47.360 sacrifice." He referred to it as a  commonplace practice in the old days,   00:18:47.360 --> 00:18:51.800 something that has gone out of style with time  and forced him to adapt to the new way of doing   00:18:51.800 --> 00:18:57.120 things. While it is obvious to anyone paying  attention that this man is no ordinary fast   00:18:57.120 --> 00:19:02.720 food mogul, I have been developing my own  personal theory regarding his true nature. 00:19:02.720 --> 00:19:07.760 He is an elder god of sorts, to borrow  the language of cosmic horror. An ancient,   00:19:07.760 --> 00:19:12.800 powerful being that requires human  sacrifice, in one form or another. Once,   00:19:12.800 --> 00:19:17.520 they were offered to him. Now, he hunts them with  an offering of a free meal, transforming their   00:19:17.520 --> 00:19:23.600 bodies into tools to spread his influence  across the nation- and perhaps the world. 00:19:23.600 --> 00:19:27.240 I don't know where Beefbelly Bill,  as I've taken to calling him,   00:19:27.240 --> 00:19:32.640 came from. Nor do I know what his grand  design is, if he has one beyond endless,   00:19:32.640 --> 00:19:36.920 continuous growth at the expense of  countless human lives. I only know that   00:19:36.920 --> 00:19:42.840 he cannot be allowed to continue unchecked.  Somehow, he must be stopped. In the meantime,   00:19:42.840 --> 00:19:48.800 we would all do well to remember the old  saying: There's no such thing as a free lunch. 00:19:48.800 --> 00:19:53.120 Check out the Doctor Bob Patreon and become  a junior researcher today! Now go and watch   00:19:53.120 --> 00:19:58.640 another entry from the files of Doctor  Bob, like SCP-1352 - Sentient Dust Devil!