"Okay, here I go." Colin said with a smile as he moved his hand so that his sleeve was in front of his mouth. With a few noises and a quick slide up the sleeve, Colin pretended to have eaten the wing.
"Oh boy, oh boy, yum yum!" Colin said as he waved his arms and accidentally sent the wing flying.
By this point, every guy in the restaurant was gone and the whole place was full of giggling, stacked hotties. Particular a bright eyed blonde playing with her DD boobs and moaning, stopping the moment a wing plopped between her tits.
"Fuck." the waitress plainly said.
"FOOOOOOOOD FIIIIIIIIGHT!" the bimbo squealed as she started tossing half eaten wings around the room. In the span of minutes, the air was full of flying wings splatting against everything and everyone.
"TABBI!" the other waitresses yelled at Colin's. Speaking of our hero, he was busy high tailing it out of there and into the night.
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"Well, that was a waste of my time." Colin said as he finished wiping the gunk of his hands with the last moistwipe his trench coat had before tossing it aside with the rest of his disguise.
He had wasted a good four hours and didn't even have a car to show for it!
"Can this shit get any worse?" he asked aloud.
Funny thing about fate: it always knows when you tempt it. Colin learned this as someone stepped out of the bushes and sprayed him in the eyes with mace before knocking him out.