“JEEZ this party is dull!”

The shout came from the direction of the food courts, where one of the early arrivals had re-emerged from her self-imposed Food Exile.  Ryoko Nocity was standing in the doorway, giving the gathered crowd of weirdos, wankers, and wannabes the gimlet eye.  Under her left arm was the head of one of the busboys in the food court area; the frantically struggling man was letting off a constant stream of muffled profanity as he tried to get out of the headlock Ryoko had him in.  Dangling from the fingers of her left hand was a [i]Burrito Bonanza[/i] bucket, with three remaining Extra Large rolls of seasoned meat, beans, and sauce in Authentic Corn Flour Tortillas™.  Out of [i]twelve[/i].  One could [i]see[/i] the distended bulge in Ryoko’s gut where the nine previous burritos were awaiting their final fate, and one could almost feel the remaining three quivering in fear of this unstoppable burrito Chupacabra’s insatiable appetite.

If one was sensitive to the emotions of food, anyways.

“Everybody just standing around being furtive and unassuming…COME ON!  Isn’t this supposed to be a show?  Do you all seriously think anybody’s gonna get a leg up on anybody else by sitting in a corner around here and watching?  Fuckin’ stupid!  Don’t you think so, Horace?”

“My name is [i]Jeremy[/i] you crazy bat!” the busboy tucked under RYoko’s arm squealed, shoving hard to try and get away.  Ryoko, in turn, only brought her other hand up and gave the boy a noogie hard and fast enough that smoke rose from his head, his squealing redoubled, and there was a shiny, polished bald spot on his head where Ryoko’s knuckles had been when she pulled her hand back.  “Sure, whatever you say Horace.  See?  Even Horace here agrees.  So c’mon!  Do something worth me spending my time here to watch instead of just napping in a prep room somewhere!”