Grand Opening

[Bubba JD]

Scene opens a couple feet away from the main entrance at Dunpork's House of Bacon. The door is being pounded on hard, causing the door to vibrate. The people outside are cursing & yelling impatiently.

The manager is crossing the main dining area in a hurried fashion.

Manager: Coming, coming! Give me a sec, guys! The place isn't going anywhere.

The manager unlocks the doors, only for them to swing open violently. The manager is knocked to the floor hard, knocking the wind out of him.

Killer Kong: 'Bout time you opened up! We're freakin' hungry! You realize that you weresupposed to open up 2 minutes ago? points to watch

Manager: Oh, brother.

Mike "Beastman" Hanson: Well, we the hell do we get to sit?

Manager: (grudgingly) Allow me.

The manager directsthe Destruction Crew over to a booth, halfway across the dininig area. He's about to seat them, only to get an evil eye by Killer Kong & Super Vader.

Super Vader: You must really hate fat people, don't you?

Manager stammers.

Manager: No, sir. Not in the least.

Super Vader: Dude, you're sitting us a booth! Maybe you don't realize this, but fat people hate booths. Maybe you'd prefer to gut us, so we can fit in here better. Does that sound good?

Killer Kong: Only thing we hate as much as booths are treadmills & wicker furniture. You don't have wicker furniture, do you?

Manager: We don't have any.

Mauler: Good. These guys wouldn't have been too happy 'bout that. Don't need splinters going into their asses. Don't need their asses looking like honey baked hams, either, if you know what I mean.

The manager stammers more.

Manager: I know what you mean, sirs.

The Manager brings them over to another table. This time, the table seems to meet with the groups approval.

Mike "Beastman" Hanson: Good decision, man. Nice, sturdy furniture. Looks like it can hold everyone here.

Everyone sits down. Feeling comfortable in their chairs, the Destruction Crew gives their approval to the manager.

Manager: If you guys will excuse me, I'll be back with the menus.

Killer Kong: Menus won't be necessary. Just start cooking food.

Super Vader: Yeah, we'll each take 2 orders of everything.

Mike "Beastman" Hanson: Better make it snappy, too. We haven't had a decent meal, since driving in from Pennsylvania. Every damned place along our route has been close because of lousy weather.

Mauler: These morons haven't seen crappy weather until they get to Michigan. Live up there awhile & you'll know crappy weather.


The Destruction Crew is quickly becoming restless as the manager rushes into the kitchen. A server is quick to try & keep them occupied for awhile as the scene comes to an end.

[silvus]

The scene opens with Destruction crew now tucking into the first course of the menu, when the door suddenly opens and three none descript men enter wearing full black robes. The manager walks over to him and bowing politely.

Manager: Welcome to Dunporks House of Bacon, How may I help you?

Robed man1: We would like some seats please.

Manager: Just the three?

The robed man looks around the other two behind him start laughing, before the man looks back at the manager then moving closer he whispers something into his ear. The Manager seems to go white, and the understaffed Bacon house look confused at this.

Manager: er-erm how many?

The robed man shakes his head and with a bit of anger to his voice says quite loudly.

Robed man 1: we need 240 seats, and we need them snappy we want you and you’re staffs complete undivided attention, and you will provide us with the highest service possible, and it will be above the standard set by George Dunpork, you will be feeding 200 fans and the entirety of the Dark Ones Wrestling affiliation do you understand, you will now get them seats ready and you will do this snappy. Or you will face the wrath of Goryokaku and Hellspawn do you understand as all this, or should I repeat myself once again so your insignificant brain can compute everything that’s going on? Now get them seats sorted you have 5 minutes before they start arriving.

The three men go and push the only two staff in the serving area out of the way and removing all the cutlery, and glasses, they begin setting out some silverware and skull shaped wine glasses. As they get halfway through setting up the biggest table, Goryokaku, Hellspawn, Wench and Tanya Adams come through the door followed by more and more robed people, Gory, Hellspawn, Wench and Tanya ignore the manager who attempts to guide them to the seats and move other to the table with the three attendants. They then sit down and open up a menu, taking about 10 minutes to make a choice they then whisper into the ears of one of the original three to enter who then makes his way to the counter and places the order. It takes ten minutes before the first plate is out, and a further twenty before the second plate, the attendant gets a fork out and cutting a piece off one of the Bacons he takes a bite. During all this a traffic jam has built up as more and more Dark Ones and fans are waiting to be seated, the manager and two servers are working frantically to sit everyone but there doesn’t seem to be an end to the que, and looking outside we can see at the back of the que for the Dark Ones are some random people who look like they are staff for the house of Bacon but can’t actually get to the door. The robed man having tasted the Bacon spits it out in disgust.

Robed man 2: What do you call this?

Cook: Bacon...

Robed man 2: This is undercooked and the beans are disgusting you will take everything back and you will re-make it if the standard is not better then that you will repeat the process till you make this meal perfect you will not Sully the taste buds of the Dark Ones with your crap. You will not even present me with anymore crap or I will make sure you are fired on the spot do you understand. Now get back to it, and get your manager here he is going to go and personally apologise to Azrael for the crap you just attempted to serve him.

The scene fades to black as the manager has to stop placing people in seats leaving now only one server on the floor looking as though she’s abouts to collapse and suffer a mental breakdown on the first day of the job.

(OOC= TBC by Gunit)

[Bubba JD]

While the server is on the ground, shaking with rage, Killer Kong wonders over to her. He leans over, about as much as a fat man can, appearing to check on her.

Killer Kong: You gonna lay down on the job all day? We'd like the second round of our food, sometime today!

The server loses her mind and begins screaming at the top of her lungs, in the most psycotic fashion never seen before. She gets off the floor, randomly flipping the bird to different customers, the manager & one of the line cooks. The server rips off her apron and storms off in the process.

Killer Kong: Was it something I said?

Super Vader: Does it mean that we're not getting our food, now?

Mauler: Maybe Dunpork should get off his fat ass long enough to come down here & help out.

Mike "Beastman" Hanson: He'd eat the food before it got out of the kitchen. We'd never get our food, if he showed up.

Robed Man #2: You sure you want the rest of your food? The bacon reminds me of the mystery meat that you often find in hospital & school cafeterias.

The Destruction Crew just shrugs their shoulders.

Mauler: This stuff is great, compared to the garbage I've been fed, over the years.

Mike "Beastman" Hanson: What have I told you about eating out of the dumpsters, Mauler?

Mauler, being ticked about the comment, takes a wild swing at Hanson, who in turn, ducks. Mauler hits a wall, then clutches his hand in pain.

The rest of the Destruction Crew gets in the middle of this "argument", resembling a NO MA'AM fiasco.


(TBC by whomever feels like it)