[center][b][h3]Prologue: Service Stinks, No Tip for You[/h3][/b]

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Zhou Yu and Bruno the Undead Axeman suddenly found themselves in a most peculiar of locations. They were no longer dead (well, Zhou wasn't anyway, Bruno was still [i]un[/i]dead) and could not for the life of them recognize their surroundings. [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DNCBt4jz3-k]A relaxing music played[/url] throughout the room, creating an atmosphere of... Wait, what sort of atmosphere was this, anyway? Neither could recognize it, but each felt they knew the answer, for this was some sort of eatery. A restaurant. Zhou and Bruno sat across from one another at a table which was decorated beautifully with a white table cloth, a small vase of flowers, vibrantly colored silver wear cloths, and all directly beneath a gorgeous gold colored chandelier with diamonds all over. The sounds of the other patrons conversing and eating filled the dining hall, only something was strange. There were no other patrons. So where was the sound coming from? Most peculiar.

Even stranger still was how no matter how much they wished or tried, neither of these fine dining foreigners could stand to leave their chair. It wasn't like they were physically prevented from doing so, but more like every time they mustered the will to attempt it, something would change their mind or they'd get distracted in some way. Whatever train of thought they would be having, it was interrupted at that moment.

[color=orange]"Your entrees, sirs,"[/color] spoke a man, the only other living being within eyesight, as he placed two trays before them, their contents hidden beneath the aluminum tops. He stood about five foot ten inches, was of fair complexion, had a chiseled jaw from stone, a tiny pencil-thin mustache, and wore a black suit of the finest material. Oh, and he also had an enormous afro. This afro was the stuff of legend, large enough that a child could fit comfortably within, and not even sit down or scrunch up. Truly the most marvelous afro in existence. [color=dodgerblue]"The head chef personally spent four hours preparing it specifically for you, our most honored guests. I do so hope it is to your liking. Bon apetite."[/color]

The waiter pulled back the lids of the trays, revealing to the duo a meal of only the smallest proportions. In fact, the entire meal could fit on a single fork, and still have enough room left to take another bite from a larger, more nutritious meal. Before the two could address this grave issue (or where they were and just what the hell was going on in general, for that matter) the waiter was already gone. Zhou Yu and Bruno the Undead Axeman were left alone at their table, with their food, in this amazing yet bizarre and confusing French restaurant.