A huge piece of cow bone had somehow gotten into Andy's burger, causing him to choke.
Andy fell on the floor, turning people, moving spastically.
"Fuck this place" said Axl, "I knew we should have gone to DQ."
James turned to Jimmy and said "bet you a buck he doesn't make it."
"You're on."
All the members of Cake Cream except for Billy got in on the action, making bets: then they watched Andy to see what would happen.
Billy hadn't bet and was very concerned that his band-mate might die; he leaned over toward Andy at the same moment Andy expectorated the chunk of bone with volcanic force.
The bone hit Andy in the forehedad, causing a big, purple swollen lump to rise up.
"You look like Cyclops" laughed Jimmy; Cake Cream agreed and thanked Jimmy for voicing such an astute comment; they were welcomed and shook hands.
Andy was so pissed at the unending bullshit that he blasted out a stream of bloody farts.
"I could have died, and the only one who cared was Billy; the rest of you guys were just doing your regular circle jerk."
Cake Cream looked at their shoes, abashed; Axl spoke up: "Yes, but it was a betting opportunity. 'Nuf said."
"You were betting whether I lived or died, that is horrible."
"Oh shut the fuck up you whining baby, you pulled through."
Andy fumed and plotted his revenge on his "brothers:" it would be best served cold ...
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