Listen, said Stan, we can fantasize about fucking Cindy, Barbie or even Suyin, but I suggest we take a walk down Manila Bay and grab a coffee at Chris's stand and look at the bigger picture.
The girls couldn't believe it.
'I can't believe it either,' says Suyin, 'not only Frank came in his pants, but I was going to kill you and Kumar.'
'I know,' said Stan, 'so go back to Beijing and let us grown boys decide if we want pussy or a good conversation over a cigarette and coffee down at Manila Bay.'
Even Frank bought into the idea, he could see Suyin Wong was trouble, with a capital T.
'If you jerk offs don't appreciate me,' she said, 'I'll I just fuck off back to my story. Don't you know that my creator still has four chapters to write, and I'm supposed to be beaten up by two Korean flight attendants? I don't know why I'm bothering telling you this, as I can see all you really care about is what color panties I'm wearing.'
It was true.
'Stick with your story,' says Kumar, 'story jumping is only going to get you in trouble.'
'Who moved my stump.'
That was Frank who was jerking around. It was totally lost on Suyin.
'Obviously she hadn't watched Wreck-It Ralph,' said Stan, as both Frank and Kumar went into a fit of fake laughing.
It was their only way to humiliate the assassin and collectively, Frank, Kumar and Stan felt great not being under the power of seduction of that assassin whore.
While she was having a blonde moment, the boys just walked out of the karaoke bar and briskly walked the few blocks to Manila Bay where they knew they could get a hot coffee, any time of the day.
What the boys heard as they hit the street and legged it to Manila Bay was a very loud shriek from inside the Karaoke bar which made them laugh even harder.
'You're all a bunch of fucking poofters.'
The girls couldn't believe it.
'I can't believe it either,' says Suyin, 'not only Frank came in his pants, but I was going to kill you and Kumar.'
'I know,' said Stan, 'so go back to Beijing and let us grown boys decide if we want pussy or a good conversation over a cigarette and coffee down at Manila Bay.'
Even Frank bought into the idea, he could see Suyin Wong was trouble, with a capital T.
'If you jerk offs don't appreciate me,' she said, 'I'll I just fuck off back to my story. Don't you know that my creator still has four chapters to write, and I'm supposed to be beaten up by two Korean flight attendants? I don't know why I'm bothering telling you this, as I can see all you really care about is what color panties I'm wearing.'
It was true.
'Stick with your story,' says Kumar, 'story jumping is only going to get you in trouble.'
'Who moved my stump.'
That was Frank who was jerking around. It was totally lost on Suyin.
'Obviously she hadn't watched Wreck-It Ralph,' said Stan, as both Frank and Kumar went into a fit of fake laughing.
It was their only way to humiliate the assassin and collectively, Frank, Kumar and Stan felt great not being under the power of seduction of that assassin whore.
While she was having a blonde moment, the boys just walked out of the karaoke bar and briskly walked the few blocks to Manila Bay where they knew they could get a hot coffee, any time of the day.
What the boys heard as they hit the street and legged it to Manila Bay was a very loud shriek from inside the Karaoke bar which made them laugh even harder.
'You're all a bunch of fucking poofters.'
