Today's lunch led to some divisive spatting between R and B, when R announced she was ditching the TSquared crew in favor of eating lunch with her mysterious "sister." B announced that R's role as TSquared president was on the precipice, and it wouldn't take much more non-joining from her to be pushed over the end into culinary oblivion, forced instead to eat noodles in garlic water at her desk until the end of days. J suspects a struggle for power is in play, and he's staying out of it.
Lunch today consisted of a trip to Westfield Shoppingtown Southcenter (where else?), where both J and B selected Panda Express as their culinary choice? Why, you may ask, dear reader? Because running the cash register was none other than Mui, a long lost favorite of yesteryear, whom J had written off as a casualty of the destruction of the original, hope-I-don't-get-shot-here, Southcenter food court. Mui seemed slightly subdued, as if she had taken a Quaalude before working another shift at her awful, awful job, but B was still beside himself.
The food was fairly unmentionable, but the conversation was scorching, with J putting forth his theory that Chicken NOW was acutally a shadowy government organization, using Granny's secret dippin' sauce as a conduit to feed their mind control drugs to the unwashed masses. B corroborated this theory, adding they served their food in black boxes that appeared possibly to be CIA-issue standard. Fortune smiled on B and J in the form of cookies, with B's fortune prophetizing his winning smile might finally get him a date, and J's suggesting he blame any future work failings on a computer malfunction.
While leaving the mall, J and B were fairly certain that they were followed in a black car by sinister-looking Chicken NOW agents.
Food 2.5/5
Good times 3.5/5
Conspiracy theories 5/5
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