A/N: In my own opinion, this is rather terribly written, but I love the idea. Read and review, because I am in need of constructive criticism.
"I think I'll stick with my old favourite - meatless balls," Collins said to no-one in particular, as Mimi mimed vomiting into her beer.
"The tofu dogs are good."
"Yeah, I'll take them too."
"Miso soup, Roger?" Amidst all the loud conversation about what to eat, Mark was sitting back in his chair, deep in thought.
"Uh…Marky?" Maureen asked suspiciously, "What are you having?"
"Well, I'm not really hungry," Mark mumbled, although his stomach growled. Roger raised an eyebrow.
"Okay fine. I'm absolutely starving. I'll have some fries. In fact, make that two." Mark's eyes shone with newborn lust, "You know what? Make that thirteen!" There was a deafening silence around the table.
"Mark Cohen, you can't have thirteen orders of fries!" Joanne told him sternly.
"Oh shut up, I'm a grown man."
"Only in some places." Maureen muttered to Roger. She earned herself a punch on the arm, and suppressed a snort. "You'll explode!"
"No I won't." Mark folded his arms defiantly.
"Oh let him be, Joanne," Roger said, exasperated "If he wants thirteen plates of fries then let him. It's his own fault if he inflates like a balloon."
"Fine. On your own head be it, Cohen."
Mark smiled smugly as the waiter came to take their order.
"So that's five miso soup, four seaweed salad, three soy burger dinner, two tofu dog platter, and one pasta with meatless balls!" Collins nodded, whilst Roger's face screwed up in revulsion.
"Eww!"
"It tastes the same!" he sighed.
"If you close your eyes!"
The waiter squinted at his pad, looked straight at Mark and shook his head.
"And thirteen orders of fries?"
