A fine dining establishment somewhere in the United States on a Friday night. If you don't have reservations, you're rightly fucked, and should carry your ass to Applebee's or Outback at this point because the wait is absolutely well worth it. Dozens of hungry people wait in line, wearing their finest, waiting to be seated and enjoy the artwork of the chef who has put years of study into their craft. One couple, a man and a woman, look antsy. They didn't have lunch by the looks of things.

I'm hungry, how long is the wait?

Not long, babe, this is the best place in town!

Why are other people walking in?

I don't know!

The man, suddenly irate, waves at the young lady at the door.

Hey, how come they get to go inside?

The young lady responds immediately.

They have reservations, did you make any?

The man looks incredulous, and stupid.

No, this is America! I deserve my table now!

At this moment, an Acura pulls up to the restaurant. Bobby Bourbon and his ladyfriend, Teal, exit the vehicle from the back seat and walk to the door. Immediately, the man calls out to them.

Hey, I've been waiting on a table!

We booked ahead of time, you should have.

The man grabs Teal.

I'm taking your tabl...

In a flash, Bobby grabs the man by the jaw, silencing him. He tosses him up then plants him with a Bobbybomb. Bobby then looks at the woman accompanying his latest pathetic victim as a date.

Pick that up.

The woman looks shocked, and pulls her phone out. Bobby grabs it from her hand, crushing it.

I didn't say make a phone call.

Pick.

That.

Up.

Or your daddy rides a wheelchair.

Bobby and Teal enter the restaurant.

fade.