Outside of Pungent Hold sat the sprawling Chicken Place(and Gooey
Donut Mill) corporate complex. Within it's confines was a jetport, a
plethora of restaurants, apartments, assorted amusements, and the
offices of the hierarchy. Chemists developed recipes for products
that were to be described as "old-fashioned" or "home-style". Rows of
offices watched sales numbers obsessively. Teams of ill-shod wretches
conceived advertisements. Accountants, like the eyes of a deity,
watched it all.