The other day, I had the good fortune of joining  strikersaberwolf and  zyote for a movie. Unfortunately, the movie was "The Forbidden Kingdom" and it had nowhere near the requisite amount of Jet Li/Jackie Chan beating the tar out of people moments. Afterwards, we headed to a local Central Florida popular restaurant, where we proceeded to have some food. If you'd seen the three of us, you'd be convinced that Zyote never eats, as he practically INHALED the chicken nachos! Specs and I feared pulling back bloody nubs if we dared reach for any of the chips!

Of course, Specs was then occupied with whimpering and chugging down his iced tea after he ate ONE of my jalapeño poppers. My bro, the tough wolf, ladies and gents!

Finally, after the gruesome massacre, we received a box for the remainder of the one-time mountain of chips, cheese, and chicken. Adding in the sour cream, salsa, a few chairs, and some of the table, we sealed the box. But, somehow, it needed something else. So, after signing the receipt, I reached over, and wrote... instructions.

So, remember kids... obey the box, and never get between Zyote and his food!