Sapphire wanted to show off his big, bad, boss wolf-sona's prodigious capacity for quality cuisine.

Sapphire successfully proved to the petrified public that he's the most ravenous wolf on Wall Street, and willingly did so at the expense of an exquisitely tailored three-piece suit. Dignity be damned! There's simply too much steak at stake to NOT stuff one's self to bursting with the most expensive, succulent, grade-A-for-Aweseome fare. This capitalist carnivore invests heavily in pork(-in-my-)belly futures. How else is one supposed to acquire enough weight to throw around on the exchange floor?