Setting: Sunday afternoon at a gay sports bar. Diamondbacks game playing on most of the TVs. Nascar on two TVs.
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Server: ...and our special is [inaudible] for a glass or $8 pitcher of Long Island Iced Tea or Tokyo Tea.
Bacon B: What's makes it "Tokyo Tea"?
Server: It's green. Would you like to have that?
Bacon B: Sure. I'll take a glass.
Server: What's that?
Bacon B: I'll take the glass.
Server: What?!
Bacon B: Okay, I'll take the pitcher.
Server: That's what I thought.
[Server returns with pitcher of Tokyo Tea and two chilled glasses. Robert M samples small amount and does not find it to his liking...too sweet. Bacon B samples and finds concoction refreshing. Pours full glass and drinks away. Refills glass again until entire pitcher is consumed.]
[Later that afternoon in the kitchen at home]
Bacon B (inner dialog): I sure am glad we have a sharp knife for cutting this onion. Look how cleanly it cuts these tomatoes. Wow, that sure was sharp; I didn't even feel it cut my thumb. Or my finger. Or my knuckle. Isn't it funny that tomatoes are red and blood is red?
[fade out]
[Next morning in bed]
Bacon B: How did I get to bed and where are my underwear?