We cut to the back where we see Spunky, Kamikaze and Murfish standing around waiting for lunch to start. After what apparently was a long time the bell goes off and it's time to eat! The three men that have nothing in common yet for some inexplicable reason are standing together grabs some trays marked "Convenient Plot Point Catering" and head through the line. We pan to the lunch.........uh I guess man, who plops a healthy serving of saltines down on Kamikaze's tray. After the perenial jobber looks down at it and then up at the server, the silence that isn't really silent is broken.
Excuse me, but what are these?
Why those would be high quality crackers. Eat up boy. They good for you. Might make you win a match for once.
Despite Kamikaze's win loss record that makes the Brooklyn Brawler look like Lou Thesz, this comment appears to upset him. As he begins to voice his displeasure, the server reaches past his nametag which reads Dexter to grab something from under the counter. Kamikaze reaches for Dexter's arm, but has a bowl of lettuce thrown in his face.
What the hell???
It's lettuce boy! Now eat up. it's good! It's GREEN!
Still not satisfied, Kamikaze, now clad in vegetable, starts to run his mouth some more to Dexter but has it filled by a spray of tartar sauce. After a threat of physical violence, Dexter pulls out one final bowl.
I'm warning you boy. You stay back you hear?
With a mutter that sounds something like he's not afraid of a bowl of cashews, Kamikaze jumps on top of the counter to get at Dexter. The bowl is thrown and a liquid comes out, landing on Kamikaze's face.
You enjoy that boiled oil boy? Is good! Full of potassium because you too stupid to eat your nanas! You come here!
With that, Dexter jumps over the counter and for some reason knows how to suplay people, because that just goes with the territory of being a caterer in Australia (look it up if you don't believe me). Dexter picks up the screaming Kamikaze and hooks a Dragon Suplay through a conveniently placed tombstone. As his screaming is finally silenced, Spunky looks at Murfish and asks who in the hell put a tombstone there.
That would have been me. With the camera starting at his feet, we see a pair of black boots before panning up to see a man in dark jeans and a dark blue shirt. His eyes are dark and evil looking and they compliment his clean cut goatee very well. My name is Shawn Mortis. Could one of you fine gentlemen direct me to the office of a man named KB?
With a point of Murfish's finger and a nod of Mortis' head, he picks up the pieces of his stone and heads down the hallway towards the office of our beloved boss as we go to a break!