Chapter 17: Happy Hornet's Spaghetteria

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"Ugh! I'm starving!" laughed Lord. "Hey, Anna! Should we eat somewhere?"

"Yeah. But we need to eat somewhere cheap because the hotel's dinner hour doesn't open until 7 pm."

Gerard sighs. "Oh! What about that place?"

Happy's eyes quiver upon seeing what Gerard is pointing at.

Happy's eyes quiver upon seeing what Gerard is pointing at

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"Oh! Ain't that somethin'? Happy Hornet's Spaghetteria..." said Fred.

"Filipinos love their spag..." smiled Lord.

"Uh... This place look abandoned..." said Anna.

"But there are lights!" smiled Lord. 

"Tried Italian and Monopolian Spag. Never tried Pinoy Spag before."

"My God! You'll LOVE it! Its sauce is made of banana ketchup instead of tomuhtoes. It's AMAZING!!!"

"You mean, tomaytos?" asked Gerard.

"Yeah. That's what I said. Tomuhtoes," said Lord. "Let's get in there!"

"Uh... I'm not very comfortable eating there. I was killed in a restaurant just like this, y'see?"

"It's alright, Haps! It's gonna be alright!" Lord patted his back. "C'mon!"

The group walks into the restaurant. The doors open by themselves.

"By the way. How DID ya die?" asked Fred.

"Dude!" yelled Anna.

"Oh... Uh... I was supposed to inherit the restaurant, ye? Name's Happy Tomas Jr. Y'know... Hired as a security guard then they just *POP!!!* Raped me, killed me, placed me in this suit, gave me cybernetics, and *POP!!!* prayed to Satan to make me a demonic monstrosity. I was supposed to serve 'im 'til Mr. Reaper reprogrammed me!"

"Wait..." said Anna. "Serve 'who?'"

Fred smiles. 

*DING!!!*

He rang the bell.

No response.

*DING, DING, DING!!!*

Suddenly, a strange clown with spring-like limbs walks in.

Suddenly, a strange clown with spring-like limbs walks in

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