oge moves, complete with smacks, eye pokes and a set of pliers applied to the snooty waiter's nose. Jack only shook his head at the display, because he knew it was pointless and they were going to get to go inside anyway.

"Ok," Jim said, "Here's the finale, are you ready?"

He walked a few steps away, turned around, and did the Curly shuffle across the waiting room and kicked the snooty waiter in the stomach, knocking him backwards into a conveniently placed fountain. He landed roughly and you could almost see the birdies flying around his head as the water came down on top of him.

"Don't get up," Jim said, "We'll take care of ourselves."

They walked into the restaurant and took a seat, where a lower waiter who had witnessed the display calmly and happily took their orders. What else did you expect, Jim to beat down the entire restaurant? That would be overkill. Just wait until next chapter when Adam and Reizvolle join our hero and the gay Jewish black dude for a nice quiche soufflé.

"Oh god," Jack moaned, "Not more soufflé."

"Just so long as the waiter doesn't piss in it," Jim shrugged, "Garcon! Your best champagne!"

## Chapter XII – Dinner for Four

"Ok," Jack said as they walked to the table, "Two chapters ago Adam Dirtpassion tried to kill us. Why the hell are we about to sit down and have dinner with him?"

"Because they are in the same idiotic boat we are," Jim shrugged, "You think they have anything more to do with this story being as stupid as it is than we do?"

"Can we at least stick them with the check?" Jack wondered, "Because I think this is in very poor taste."

"I wouldn't mind sticking Reizvolle with something else," Jim grinned, "And how would you know about taste anyway?"

"I'm a gay jewish black dude?" Jack reminded him, "Ever see Queer Eye for the Straight Guy? I put your hetero ass to shame when it comes to taste."

"I wouldn't know," Jim shrugged, "I've never tasted you."

"And you never will," Jack assured him, "Even I have standards..."

"Boys, boys,
oge moves, complete with smacks, eye poke and a hardening of pliers applied to the snooty waiter's nozzle. Jack only shook his head at the display, because he know it was pointless and they were going to scram to go inside anyhow. 

 " Ok, " Jim said, " Here's the finale, are you ready? " 

 He walk a few steps away, turned around, and did the Curly shamble across the waiting room and kicked the snooty waiter in the abdomen, knocking him backwards into a conveniently placed fountain. He land roughly and you could almost see the birdies flying around his fountainhead as the water came down on top of him. 

 " Don't get up, " Jim said, " We'll drive care of ourselves. " 

 They walked into the restaurant and took a seat, where a lower waiter who had witnessed the display calmly and happily took their orders. What else did you expect, Jim to drum down the entire restaurant? That would be overkill. Just expect until future chapter when Adam and Reizvolle connect our hero and the gay Jewish black dude for a nice quiche soufflé. 

 " Oh god, " Jack moaned, " Not more soufflé. " 

 " Just so long as the waiter doesn't make in it, " Jim shrugged, " Garcon! Your best champagne! " 

 # # Chapter XII – Dinner for Four 

 " Ok, " Jack said as they walked to the table, " Two chapters ago Adam Dirtpassion tried to kill us. Why the hell are we about to sit down and have dinner with him? " 

 " Because they are in the same imbecile boat we are, " Jim shrug, " You remember they have anything more to do with this story being as dazed as it is than we do? " 

 " Can we at least stick them with the check? " Jack wonder, " Because I think this is in very poor taste. " 

 " I wouldn't mind stick Reizvolle with something else, " Jim grinned, " And how would you sleep together about taste anyway? " 

 " I'm a cheery jewish black fellow? " Jack reminded him, " always see Queer Eye for the Straight Guy? I put your hetero arsenic to shame when it comes to smack. " 

 " I wouldn't know, " Jim shrug, " I've never tasted you. " 

 " And you never will, " Jack assured him, " Even I have criterion... " 

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## Chaptwr XII – Dinnvr fir Four

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"ok," Jim said, "HerE'S tHe finale, arE yoU ready?"

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"Don't GEt up," Jim SAid, "We'll Take caRe oF ouRselVEs."

thEy wAlKEd iNTo The REstAurant anD tOoK a seaT, wheRE A LOwer WaiTer wHo had Witnessed the dIspLay cALmlY and hAppilY tooK tHeir oRders. WHat elSe Did you expect, Jim To beAt down the EntIrE reStAuranT? that woUld Be oVerkill. just waiT UntIl NEXT cHapter when Adam and REiZVOlLe join ouR hero aND tHe GAy Jewish BlAck Dude FOR a nicE quiCHe Soufflé.

"OH god," JaCK mOaNed, "Not mOrE souffLé."

"jusT so Long aS The wAiter dOesn't pisS in it," jIm shrugged, "GarcON! Your best chamPAgNE!"

## chAPter xII – dinner for FoUr

"Ok," jAck sAid aS ThEy wALked tO the tAbLE, "TWO chapters ago Adam DirTpAssion Tried To kill us. Why thE hell are we ABOUt to sit dOwn aND hAVe dinner with hiM?"

"BecaUse they are IN the same IdiotIc boat we Are," Jim shrUGGed, "You thInk TheY haVe aNYThIng more to do wiTH This StOry beinG as Stupid aS it Is tHan We dO?"

"CAn we at leaSt stick tHeM wItH tHe cHeck?" JACk wonderEd, "becAuSe I Think THis is iN very Poor TaStE."

"i woUldn't miND sTICkinG REiZvolLe wItH someThinG ElsE," Jim griNned, "And hoW woULd yoU kNoW about tAste anyway?"

"I'm a GaY jewish blaCk DudE?" Jack rEMInded him, "ever see Queer Eye for the StRAight GuY? I pUt youR hetEro ass to sHamE when iT coMEs to taSte."

"I woUldn't KnOw," JIM ShrugGED, "I'Ve nEvEr tasted yoU."

"aNd yOu nevEr Will," jack assUred him, "Even I have stANdaRds..."

"Boys, boys,
oge moves, complete with s macks, eye  poke s a ndasetof p liers appliedt o th e snooty waiter's nose . Jac ko nlys ho ok hi s heada tt h e d is pl ay,  b e ca use h e k new itwas pointl ess  a nd they were go ing to get  to  go inside a nyw ay.

" Ok ,"J im sa id,  "Her e's th e  final e, are yo ur eady?" 
He wal k e da fe w steps away, tur n ed around, and di d theCu r ly s huf fle  across th ewaiti n g rooma nd k i cke d  the snooty w aiter in th e  st omach,  k noc k ing hi m bac kw a rds  into a con veni ently pla ced fo u ntain.H e lande d roug hly  an d yo u  c ou ldal m ost se e t h e b irdies f ly in g aro undh i s head  as  the  wate r came down o n t op o f  hi m.

" Don't  get  u p," J im sai d, "W e' ll take care of  our selves."
Th ey  wa lk ed in t o theres tau rant an d tooka  se at , w he re a lower waiterwh o ha d witnes sed th e  d is p lay calm ly  an d ha p p ily t ookt he ir order s. Wha t  e ls e did y ou  expec t,  Ji m t o bea t  dow n theentire r estau r ant? That woul d  be overkill. Ju s t  w a it u nti l next chap terw henAdam an d R e izvol le jo in ou r  hero and the gay J ew ish bl ack d ude for a nic e quiche s o u f flé.

"O h go d ," Jack moaned, " Not m ore souffl é ."

"Jus t solong asthe waite r doesn'tpis s i n i t," J im  shrugged, "G a r con!  Y our bes t c hampagn e!" 

# # C hap te r XII – D inner fo rFo ur 
"Ok ," Ja c k said a sthe ywal ked t o  the t able,  "Tw och a pte rs agoA da m Dirt pa ss iontri ed  to k illu s.Why the  hell are  we abou tto  sit do wn and have d in ner with h im ?"
"Beca u s e they a re in the same idioticb oat weare ," Ji m sh rugged, " You  think  th e y have  anyth ing m or e t o do wi t h  t his  s tory being a s s tupid  a s it  is tha n we do?"

"Can we atleast stick t hem  wit h th e c h ec k ?"Ja c k w o n dered, "Because  I think t hi s  i s in veryp oor  t aste."
"I wou ldn't mind st icking Re izvolle w it h so m e thi ng else,"Jim grin ned, "And how w o ul d you  kn ow abo ut  ta ste a nyway? " 

" I'm a  gay j ew ish bl ack d ud e?" Jack  reminded him, "Ever se e Quee r Eye  fo r the Str aig h t G uy? I put  you r hetero a sstoshame  wh e n itcome s  t o t a ste." 

"I wouldn'tk no w," J im  shrugged," I ' venever  ta s ted yo u."
"And you never w i ll," Jack assu redh i m,"Ev e n Iha ve standards.. ."
" B o ys, boys ,
oge moves,_complete with_smacks, eye pokes and_a set_of_pliers applied_to_the snooty waiter's_nose. Jack only_shook his head at_the display, because_he_knew it was pointless and they were going to get to go inside anyway.

"Ok,"_Jim_said, "Here's_the_finale,_are you ready?"

He walked a_few steps away, turned around,_and did_the Curly shuffle across the waiting room and_kicked_the snooty waiter_in the stomach, knocking him backwards into a conveniently_placed fountain. He landed roughly and_you could almost_see_the_birdies flying around his_head as the water came down_on top of him.

"Don't get up,"_Jim said, "We'll take care of ourselves."

They_walked into the restaurant and took_a seat, where a lower_waiter who_had witnessed the display calmly_and happily took_their orders._What else did_you expect, Jim to beat down_the entire restaurant?_That would be overkill. Just wait_until_next chapter when_Adam_and_Reizvolle join_our hero and_the_gay Jewish_black_dude for a nice quiche soufflé.

"Oh_god,"_Jack moaned, "Not more soufflé."

"Just so long_as the waiter doesn't_piss_in it," Jim shrugged,_"Garcon! Your best champagne!"

## Chapter_XII – Dinner for Four

"Ok," Jack_said as_they walked_to the table, "Two chapters ago Adam Dirtpassion tried to kill_us. Why the hell are we_about to sit down_and have_dinner_with him?"

"Because they_are_in the_same idiotic boat we are," Jim shrugged,_"You think_they have anything more to do_with this story being_as_stupid as it is than we_do?"

"Can we at least stick them_with the check?" Jack wondered,_"Because_I_think this is in very_poor taste."

"I wouldn't mind sticking Reizvolle_with something else,"_Jim grinned, "And how would you know_about_taste anyway?"

"I'm a gay jewish black_dude?"_Jack reminded him, "Ever see Queer_Eye_for_the Straight Guy? I put_your hetero ass to shame when_it comes to taste."

"I wouldn't know," Jim shrugged, "I've_never tasted you."

"And_you never will," Jack assured_him,_"Even_I have standards..."

"Boys, boys,