Promo: Chinese and Conspiracy Theories

[Guest Insanityman]

Dear God, the wonders of Chinese. Hot waitresses, good nutritious food, and an old duo rally together in the Grand Palace. Many people are packed all in the Christmas spirit, but more importantly stuffing all the Wanton soup that their stomachs can obtain.

 

“Christ man, does it get any better?” A very familiar voice of the SJL superstar Matt Myers asks. He desperately tries to coral a pork dumpling in sweet and sour soup with the two chopsticks.

 

“Not much,” Andrew Rickmen, clad in the same attire, laughs. The two pause and watch the waitress bend over to take different orders at another table.

 

“So what are we going to do about the show?” Myers asks while he stabs the dumpling with one chopstick. (While Insane Luchador points out that chopsticks and soup don’t go together that well).

 

It was the inevitable question, “Put on one hell of a show. Like always.” IL admits with a shrug. Rickmen was torn down the middle; he needed to prove a point on that show… but to this old pal?

 

They’re single serving friends. Rickmen recalls from Fight Club.

 

Suddenly a waitress swoops down and leans very close to Myers’ face. She grins sassily and slowly asks what he wants. Rickmen looks on in confusion as the rather sexy waitress suddenly is taken aback.

 

“OH! MY! GOD! YOUR MATT MYERS!” The Asian proclaimed and Matt had to smile right back. He nodded. Right after Myers whispered his order she whirled around to see IL, who grins like a fool.

 

“What do you want? Are you this fan or something?” She queries.

 

“Eh, no I’m the Insane Luchador.” He explains. A completely blank face on her part, “Okay, whatever. I’ll take the chicken and broccoli.” He was flabbergasted to say the least.

 

“But don’t take the Brink just to make me look good.” Andrew continues right after the waitress strutted away. Rickmen nabbed his transparent glass with it’s consendation and he slowly sipped at the beer.

 

Chinese beer? Meh. Seriously I have to beat Myers down. Andrew Rickmen debates in his head while he watches Myers struggle with the dumpling. I can’t, but I have to. The war continues.

 

After an even longer awkward silence than a crappy middle school play the food is brought to them. “Enjoy.”

 

“I never took the Brink…” Matt suddenly realizes.

 

“You did that one time.” Rickmen barks.

 

“No IL, see you have the smallest amount of talent and one of the largest hearts.” His only receives a growl from the Luchador. “Whatever buck-o.” Myers finishes feeling uncomfortable.

 

Andrew flipped the same piece of chicken over on his fork and eventually ate it. “Okay, so no holding back. Promise?”

 

“On Danzig’s grave…” Myers jokingly replied to a frown. Lighten the fuck up. Matt didn’t add.

 

Yes, Chinese does seem to own all.

[Guest Ace309]

Obviously a little rushed, but hey, what can you do?

 

Reminds everyone of the whole IL/Myers bit, always a good thing.