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Item #: SCP-021-J
Object Class: Euclid
Special Containment Procedures: Every individual stall in the parking lot of SCP-021-J is to be occupied by a Foundation-Built Fake Car at all times, so as to create the appearance of being overcrowded. These fake cars are to be rotated out at 6-hour intervals, once every four to twelve minutes, so as to not draw the attention of local Law Enforcement. In the event that a civilian attempts to park at SCP-021-J during this time, Undercover Agents at the local Department of Motor Vehicles are to tow the car under fabricated pretenses.
Any Foundation personnel entering SCP-021-J are to be given Class-ส็็็็็็็็็็็็็็็็็็็็็็็็็ mnestics to resist the Antimemetic effects produced by SCP-021-J.
Description: SCP-021-J is a restaurant located in Mandan, North Dakota. The sign above the front door reads "CLIVE'S CANNIBAL CORNER" and depicts a smiling amputee spit-roasting a human leg while giving a thumbs-up. SCP-021-J is suspected to have transdimensional properties, as customers can be observed through the structure's windows at all hours despite containment procedures.
Any individual entering SCP-021-J will be subjected to an antimemetic effect that suppresses revulsion to acts which would otherwise strongly contradict their personal moral code. This effect subsides only upon exiting the structure.
The menu of SCP-021-J offers a wide variety of dishes purporting to contain human tissue; genetic testing on various Foundation personnel's leftovers have determined these claims to be authentic. It is not currently known where the restaurant's supply of human tissue comes from.
To date, no individuals within SCP-021-J have been observed attacking eachother, trying to eat eachother, or behaving in any manner atypical of a non-anomalous restaurant setting.
Addendum 1: Below is the exploration log of D-8675309, who was sent in to ascertain info on SCP-021-J.
After being administered mnestics, D-8675309 enters the front door of SCP-021-J and is immediately met with a sign reading "Please seat yourself." D-8675309 then takes a seat at a nearby table. After approximately a minute, an employee at SCP-021-J, dubbed SCP-021-J-1, approaches D-8675309
SCP-021-J-1: Hi! Welcome to Clive's Cannibal Corner! I'm Dave, I'll be your waiter today. Here's a menu, why don't you decide on someone to eat!
D-8675309 briefly peruses the menu
D-8675309: Well, that's a hard pass on the Crab-stuffed mushrooms.
D-8675309 then leans next to another customer, dubbed SCP-021-J-2, noticing a large red sphere on their plate.
D-8675309: Hey there, what's that you're eating?
SCP-021-J-2: Clown casserole.
D-8675309: Oh. Well, hey, I'm new here. Is there anything you can tell me about this place?
SCP-021-J-2: Well, uh, they do different specials depending on the day of the week?
D-8675309: Oh? Tell me more.
SCP-021-J-2: Sure. Tuesday's hands, Wednsday's shoulders, and Thursday's chests. Although to be honest I get constipated if I don't skip leg day.
