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Title:
Stuffed
Restaurant.
A man is sitting in a booth reading a paper and drinking coffee. A waiter walks by.
Waiter:
Here’s your soup sir.
Man: Thanks.
The waiter puts a bowl of soup in front of the man.
Man: Thank
you.
The waiter smiles and walks off.
The man gets his spoon and starts eating his soup.
Man: Delicious.
A
couple of minutes later the man is holding his stomach and laying in his booth he finished his small bowl of soup.
The
waiter walks by again.
Waiter: Are you okay sir?
Man: Jesus! I’m stuffed!
Waiter: Really, all you
had was one small bowl of soup you sure you don’t want anything else?
Man: God no! Jesus, somehow I’m just
full I guess your store promise is true.
Waiter: That’s right sir we promise that if you aren’t full after
one meal you will get your money back.
Man: I don’t know how you guys do it. Anyways how much was that?
Waiter:
2.50.
Man: Here you go.
The man puts the money on the table and walks out of the restaurant he passes a sign
which says:
The Strawberry Soul Cafeteria’s Promise:
If you aren’t stuffed after just one of our meals we
promise to give you your money back!
Another Booth.
Two men are talking.
Man #1: It’s amazing Rick
how this place made it big. I read in the paper that if it wasn’t for that money back deal this place is just like a
regular restaurant it’s amazing though they always fill you up.
Rick: Know what you mean Dan.
Newspaper
Office.
A woman is talking to a old man who is sitting in a big chair.
Woman: So what’s this you want
me to do again Charles?
Charles: Polly, this story has baffled everybody. Have you ever heard of that restaurant that
everybody in town goes to that promises to make you full after one meal and it always does.
Polly: Yeah, it’s
a damn miracle how they do that.
Charles: I want to have our newspaper be the first newspaper to break the story on
how that restaurant makes everybody stuffed.
Polly: That’s going to be pretty tough to do ain’t it.
Charles:
Oh come on you always crack other tough stories why not this one. You’re our top reporter Polly this could be one hell
of a story. Think of the sales will get being the first New York paper to find out the secret behind this restaurant.
Polly:
Alright, I’ll do it.
Charles: That’s the spirit.
Polly: But will I get a salary increase after this
one?
Charles: What?
Polly: I said will I get a salary increase.
Charles: I’ll think about it.
Polly:
Whatever.
She left the office.
Polly: Cheap old bastard. Oh well, once I be the first reporter to get this story
every newspaper in New York will offer me a shitt load of money I’ll finally get away from that cheap bastard.
She
walked off.
Strawberry Soul Restaurant
Polly sits in a booth. A waiter walks up.
Waiter: What can I do
for you ma’am?
Polly: I’d like to see the manager.
Waiter: What for?
Polly: I just want to
interview him for the newspaper.
Waiter: Oh okay sure. His office is in the back let me show you.
Polly got
up and followed the waiter to a back hallway leading to a door with a sign saying Mr. Gordon on it.
Waiter: Here you
are ma’am.
He walked off to another table.
Polly opened the office door, walked in, and closed the door
behind her. A man sitting in a desk stopped writing.
Mr. Gordon: What can I do for you ma’am?
There was
a plaque on his desk saying Mr. Gordon.
Polly: Hello Mr. Gordon my name is Polly Starr I’m a reporter for the
New York Evening. Uh.. I was wondering if I could interview you for the paper?
Mr. Gordon: Well okay.
Polly:
Thanks.
She got out a tape recorder and pressed the record button.
Polly: Mr. Gordon are you also the owner
of the Strawberry Soul restaurant?
Mr. Gordon: I’ve been Owner and Manager of the Strawberry Soul restaurant
for 15 years now.
Polly: Wow! Also what’s the secret behind you’re stuffed after one meal policy?
Mr.
Gordon: Uh.. I’m sorry but I refuse to answer that.
Polly: Oh come on.. why not?
Mr. Gordon: Well, you
know don’t want to spoil the secret and let all my competitors get a hold of it.
Polly: Oh come on Mr. Gordon
New York wants to know?
Mr. Gordon: No, I’m sorry but I refuse to answer that particular question.
Polly:
Come on just tell me.
Mr. Gordon: No, and if that’s the only reason you’ve came to see me I want you out
of my office.
Polly: I’ll find out sooner or later Mr. Gordon you’ll be sorry.
She walked out of
his office.
Polly: That prick.
She called over to the same waiter who had led her to the office.
Polly:
Uh…sir?
Waiter: Yes.
Polly: I was wondering if you might could tell me what I’m looking for.
Waiter:
What are you looking for?
Polly: Look
She held out a couple of 100 dollar bills in front of the waiter.
Polly:
I want to know the secret behind this place how can this restaurant stuff everybody in New York after one meal.
Waiter:
Sorry miss.. I won’t tell it’s our restaurant’s secret no matter how much you try to bribe me I refuse to
tell the secret of the Strawberry Soul Restaurant.
He walked off.
Polly: Jesus. These idiots.
She walked
out of the restaurant very angry.
That Night.
Polly was driving by the Strawberry Soul restaurant and saw a
light inside the restaurant.
Polly: Who would be in there? The store closes at 10 it’s 12 right now. Wait a minute
maybe there having a meeting of the employees our something. I might can sneak in and hear them and I might hear what the
secret recipe is.
She pulled her car to the side of the road near the Strawberry Soul Restaurant. Inside the car she
got a tape recorder and a little camera out of her purse. She got out and sneaked behind the restaurant. She grabbed a rock
and quietly broke a window. She climbed through it and ended up in a bathroom. Quietly she pushed open the bathroom door and
sneaked behind a wall. A waiter and Mr. Gordon were talking in a hallway.
Waiter: Sir what are you going to do about
that nosy reporter?
Mr. Gordon: Ah, if she doesn’t mess with us again we’ll leave her alone but if she
keeps on meddling with us we might have to take care of her.
Waiter: Right, Sir.
The waiter and Mr. Gordon walked
through two doors.
Polly emerged from her hiding spot. She walked to a table in the room where the waiter and Mr. Gordon
were just standing. On the table was a sheet hiding something.
Polly: What could that be?
She pulled back the
sheet seeing a body on the table.
Polly: Jesus Christ!
She didn’t mean to say it out loud. Suddenly the
waiter and Mr. Gordon emerged from the two doors they just entered holding knives.
Polly: You two are murderers!
Mr.
Gordon: Murderers! No you’re a bit wrong.
Polly: Whatever I’m getting the hell out of here.
She
started walking away but another waiter showed up in front of her pushing her on the table next to the dead body.
Mr.
Gordon: Polly, we’re not murderers.
Polly: What do you mean?
Mr. Gordon: We don’t kill these people.
That dead guy on the table has been dead. We grave dig every night. Me and the waiters get bodies that have just been buried,
take them here, cut the bodies to pieces, and cook them.
Polly: You sick bastards.
Mr. Gordon: Hey, this is
what keeps us in business the stuffing policy this is how we do it I just answered your question for you we cook dead bodies
that’s how we stuff people.
Polly: Will you let me go?
Mr. Gordon: Now I hate to break it to you Polly but
well I can’t let word get out on my secret so sorry to tell you but you’ll be the first actual murdered body used
to be cooked.
He started grinning as he raised his butcher knife above Polly’s head.
THE NEXT DAY
The
same man from the beginning of the story is sitting in his usual booth reading the newspaper and drinking coffee. A waiter
walks by.
Waiter: Here’s your soup sir.
The waiter puts a bowl of soup in the front of the man.
Man:
Thanks.
The man grabbed a spoon and looked at his soup.
Man: Hey, what’s this?
The man pulled
a gold earring out of his soup.
Waiter: Oh sorry about that Sir must’ve fallen out of the cook’s ear. I’ll
bring you a new bowl of soup.
Man: Thanks.
The waiter grabbed the bowl of soup and while walking threw the earring
in a trash can.
15 MINUTES LATER
The man is laying in the booth grabbing his stomach.
Man: I don’t
know how this place does this, one bowl of soup and I’m stuffed. Jesus!
The man called over a waiter and paid
the waiter and left the restaurant.
The waiter starts laughing as the man leaves.
Waiter: If only these stupid
people knew the restaurant’s secret. Ha-Ha!
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