"You could get drunk and shag the waitresses." Luca laughed at the mental image.

"Cluck!" the hen clucked at him, turning her head right after she did so.

Luca glared back at the chicken. "You say that again, and I'm plucking the feathers off you, one by one." Of course, Luca couldn't [i]understand[/i] chicken speech, but he guessed what the chicken said and replied appropriately.

"Cluck. Cluck." Translation: I'll bite your fucking balls off.

"Good luck with that, dinner," Luca snorted. That was physically impossible, for reasons he'd rather not discuss.

"Cluck!" Translation: Eunuch!

Luca shook his head. "Jiru, I'm buying this spiteful oversized dinner. How much?" He popped his head back to the counter, looking at Zhijiru... and his dog. Luca was a cat person, but Diesel was a big sweetheart that he could tolerate.

"You're not making money, Zhijiru, the way you handle business. I've seen funeral homes with more customer loyalty."