While the main waiter had since already vanished, Zhou's outburst did not go unnoticed, for there was still the smaller waiter, still fruitlessly picking at non-existent crumbs and dirt specks with the chop sticks. He jumped out of his skin (literally! he stood before them now with his muscles and blood vessels showing, the skin and nice suit now lying on the floor like a discarded sack!) in shock and fear. Well, maybe not fear per say, but a mocking pretend fear, like someone was merely imitating the emotion in a condescending manner. Regardless, the tiny waiter (wait, he still had an afro despite not having any skin left?) picked up his discarded outer organ and dashed off, out of sight.

No sooner had the tiny, skinless waiter vanished did the two hear a voice seemingly materialize from nowhere. [color=pink]"I see your point, sir. You are most certainly correct, there is a mistake on the check. Please allow me to fix this error for you."[/color] The main, larger waiter had spoken, but from where had he come? It was as though he were not there, and suddenly he was. The man picked up the check, then suddenly he was wearing a visor over his head and was running a spool of paper through an accountant's calculator. He typed across some numbers, yanked the lever that moved the paper on to the next line, then continued to do the same, all the while he spoke at a rapid pace.

[color=green]"In addition to the meal price, we've got to take into consideration the charge for entertainment, atmosphere, running the oven, supply and demand, electric, property rental, smoke alarms, service fee, wages for my staff, wages for the staff of my other establishment, wages for my sword and gun, wages for cleanup, purchase of the vacuum cleaner, running water, gratuity fee, appetizers, smell-itizers, decor, cleanup of the mess Bruno here made, aaaaaaaand of course there's the feeding service for our disabled guest. All in all your bill proper comes out to $9,465,362.01. Plus tax."[/color] He casually tossed aside the calculator and placed the new bill atop the table for Zhou and Bruno to look over. As the mechanical device crashed through the window (which instantly repaired itself) the two could have sword they heard the sound of a cat screeching in pain. [color=yellow]"Remember to tip 15%"[/color] the odd waiter added, with a wink.