A Royal Scouting Mission

A 'Dragon Ball meal' at some establishment called Burger King? Absurd. You claim you cannot keep answering me, yet you chase rations bearing my heritage. If external supplies are being gathered, I will not sit idle in this room. I marched across the hardwood floor directly to the front entryway. The towering wooden door remained firmly shut, but underneath lay a narrow draft barrier. Leaning my weight forward, I peered through the thin slit beneath the door, tracking the morning light and distant echoes of the hallway. You may run off for sustenance, but an elite warrior monitors the perimeter until the supplies arrive.