You go to Chick-fil-A for a decent sandwich and a welcoming bordering on outright-culty atmosphere. You go to Popeyes for a damn good chicken sandwich that may or may not come with a side show of the fry cook jumping the counter and kicking someone's ass with a metal stirring rod.
Funny fact about a cage, they're never built for just one group. So when that cage is done with them and you're still poor, it come for you. The newest lowest on the totem, well golly gee, you have been used, You helped to fuel the death machine that down the line will kill you too.