The scene is Brian and
Steve’s wedding reception. The toasts have ended and dinner is about to be
served. A waiter brings over a tray of hot dogs and sets them before the
grooms.
Steve: Uh, what’s
this? Is this a joke?
Brian: You’re
serving us hot dogs?
Waiter: Don’t you
remember? You told us you both wanted the hot dog entrée.
Steve: That isn’t
right. I’m a vegetarian.
Brian: And I just
can’t stand hot dogs. I never could.
Waiter: Maybe
this will help whet your appetite.
The waiter sprays a
liberal amount of ketchup onto both hot dogs. Steve starts to gag and falls out
of his chair.
Steve: So this is
what a stroke feels like …
Brian: Oh God. Oh
God.
A waitress walks up to
the table carrying a plate of a certain steaming green vegetable.
Waitress: I have
a special treat for you, Brian. I’ve brought you …
Brian: Oh no …
Waitress: … a
special dish …
Brian: Please,
Lord, no …
Waitress: … of
spinach!
Brian: Aaaaahh!
The waitstaff and all
the guests laugh maniacally. Lightning flashes. Thunder crashes. Suddenly, the
scene shifts to Brian’s bedroom.
Brian: Aaaaah! (sits up in a panic) Oh God, don’t tell
me …
Brian rushes to his
office and over turns piles of paper. He rips open a sample wedding invitation
and checks the RSVP card.
Brian (reading the card to himself): “Please
select one of the following entrees: Crab cakes, steak or vegetarian.” Oh,
thank God. It was just a dream.
Suddenly, Steve bursts
in the room, covered in ketchup.
Steve: Or was
it?!
Lightning flashes,
thunder crashes and they both scream.
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