09-26-2010, 02:19 PM
Alfred's eyes lit up and his mouth gaped open as Yao pulled the bag out from under the table. "I agree with Yao!" he said quickly, eager to get a handful of whatever was inside the bag.
Steve cleared his throat, trying to cover the awkward silence on his side of the table. He was nearly breaking out into a cold sweat. Gratefully, he adverted his eyes to the scene around him, trying to get his mind off the crazy woman with the frying pan.
Alfred F. Jones
Supplying the world with awesomeness since 1774. Sig by me, yo!