You are enraged by the security guard’s insolence his presumption his lack of appreciation. You resolve to kill him.
On the other hand, he’s making a perfectly reasonable request, and if you make the deal, you get to eat even more of Sigall Hasterson’s brain, and probably become even more sexy and powerful than before.
You smile and hand the guard the final piece of unsullied bread.
“You’re hired!” the security guard says.