Grab a table and chair and wait to be served.

The waiter approaches and hands you a menu. "Our special today is broached cabbage a la mode, and our soup is creamed celery. Would you care to see our wine list, or would you rather I BLAST THE SOUL FROM YOUR BODY?"

It's only natural that you look up from your menu after hearing the waiter's most recent statement. It appears he's weilding some kind of laser weapon capable of rending body and soul. Perhaps you should react in some fashon.

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