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"WHY THE FUCK ARE THERE LEMONS IN MY SOUP!?" Aizawa yelled. The waiter came rushing over, his stupid mustache flowing gracefully in the wind as he ran.

"What seems to be the problem, sir?" He asked in a professional and calm tone.

"There are lemons in my SOUP!" Aizawa screamed again, this time slamming his fist down in a fit of rage. The scruffy male directed a harshly pointed finger towards his tomato soup, showing the incompetent waiter the three yellow citrus fruits.

The blond waiter rose a rat ass brow at the customer. "Sir, didn't you order the lemon soup?"

Aizawa reeled back from the man's assumption. "Excuse you!? Don't get smart with me, " Aizawa squinted to read the worker's name tag. "Hizashi Twinkmada."

"Actually its Yamada. I don't know where you got the twink from but-"

Aizawa shushed the man with a single finger, almost shoving his gross hobo digit into his mouth. He pointed back down to his bowl of soup, a grimace on his face as he looked Twinkmada in the eyes. "Sir-"

Aizawa picked a lemon up, shoving the fruit in Twinmada's face. "DO YOU SEE THIS!?" Twinkmada looked on with a dead look, used to this type of behavior from customers. He rubbed at his temples between his badly trimmed eyebrows, sighing as he looked at the lemon.

"Yes. I do. It's a yellow, edible, substance known as a lemon. You eat it, sir."

Aizawa pushed the fruit further into Twinkmada's face. "DO YOU SEE WHAT IT SAYS!?" Aizawa demanded.

Sighing once again, Twinkmada squinted to read the lightly etched words. "Erasermic...." Twinkmada read. "What's that mean?"

"I DON'T KNOW AND THAT SCARES ME!" Aizawa face planted into the scalding soup, but he was immune to the pain because depression.

For a few minutes, Twinkmada stood there. He grabbed the lemon from Aizawa's hand, then casually, and smoothly, asked, "Hey you wanna fuck or something?"

Aizawa slowly rose his head up, face covered in tomato soup and lemon guts. "Sure, why not." He shrugged.

And then they did the nasty, the end.