My Own Deep Thoughts II

[seichu kaisho]

Then Dude came to his senses and shot toward the door so he could get out of there. But the door was bolted. Chef Sato let out a deep laugh and said, with a thick Oriental accent, "You no escape now. You be chef for us."

"No! Let me out of here," Dude shouted frantically. "You're both crazy! Who the heck are you idiots?"

Matsuhiko: "We chefs. You also chef. Learn to cook you will."

"I don't want to be a chef!" shouted Dude. "I just wanted to order a sardine Thickburger. And a radish sundae."

Sato: "Quiet down, you fool."

Matsuhiko: "Now you make pancakes for us."

Then . . . . .

A samurai warrior, dressed in armor clean and white as the dough, and a red-and-white feather tomahawk on his head, coming down to Hardee's with a hunger so unholy, burst open the door.

The samurai shouted, "This means war!"
Sato said, And the batter's still mixing . . .
The samurai shouted, WAR!
Matsuhiko said, And though both pots are boiling . . .

Then the samurai pulled out a sword. In response, the two chefs pulled out gigantic French knives. Then they fought for a one-second battle that will bonker them all - until the French knives bent and shattered.

Meanwhyle. . .

[seichu kaisho]

Meenwhyel, Dude shot out of the Hardee's kitchen, ran to the door, emerged outside . . .

. . .and slipped on a patch of ice.

Thenenenen - - -

[seichu kaisho]

. . .A slice of sausage pizza fell on his head.