He felt it, that burning desire, the restless legs trembling underneath him. He had to move, he had to do something, he couldn't just stand there anymore! For an hour he had barely moved an inch at a time as he waited for this utter torture to be over. A low primal growl started low in his throat, past his solar plexus chakra and in the very bowls of his being that called for an answer.

"Thank you have a good day. Next?"

FINALLY! He did not merely step but pounced from his place in line to the counter. Teeth bared in thew biggest smile possible on his face. 

[color=fff79a]Two, no, [u]four![/u] Four rising suns, please.[/color]

"Sorry, we stopped serving rising suns an hour ago."

Elation turned to shock as he looked behind him to the seven times folded line behind him. A damascus of disappointent, a katana of cruelty! Dropping into a low squat with eyes barely over the counter to portray a childlike innocence, he pleased his case.

[color=fff79a]But I've been in line for an hour! I was here when the Rising sun was being served.[/color]

"And now it is not, nor has it been for an hour now. Please select something else or move on."

All hope dashed, all joy lost. Today would be a cruel day indeed.

[color=fff79a]Six bao then. Please.[/color]

He forlornly paid for his food and started the walk of shame back to the jade palace. But what was this? He cook, the dragon blessed cook had heard his cries and sneaked the makings of a rising sun into the folds of a bun. A secret sun!

Life once more had meaning as his ears flapped with elation. In a burst he was bounding up the stairs five at a time as he came into the dojo with a full stomach and legs trembling with chi.

[color=fff79a]"WHO'S FIRST?!?"[/color]