My lunch is cold.

Thanks, Thailand Cafe!

No flash flood was going to dampen my dried curry chicken, on account of your marvelous four-hour knot.



Bastards. No, I don't want any rice.

Kungfu Action Gandhi says: You're retarded. You know why.

Kungfu Action Gandhi says: Should have gotten Indian. At my brother's finest establishment, they wrap the samosas in 3 hectares of aluminium foil.

Prowl says: Yeah, but I bet it still reeks.

Kungfu Action Gandhi says: I'm going to make robot chutney one day, prick.