It was a quiet day in the studio and the MDC were planning their next great foray into the art known as let's play. DiaperChris was watching Downton Abbey on his phone (His favorite character was James "Jimmy" Kent). Anthony was drawing his own OC in the Final Fantasy universe, which was just him except he was blood brothers with Cloud Strife, and his arm was a bardiche. Judge was actually doing the work that got their videos up on their website.
After all this work the men were hungry. "Where do you guys want to eat?" said Anthony. Judge knew exactly where he wanted to eat, and so did his comrades. They could see the look in his eyes, the bestial stare that told the whole world that the hunger and lust with him could only be satiated by a single source of sustenance. Judge raised his finger…
"Why don't we go to Applebee's?"
The men were seated at their usual table (The one with the 101 Dalmatians poster on the wall) by their usual waitress (the one with an eye patch). "What would you boys?" DiaperChris gave her the look "…Men, like to order?" DiaperChris and Anthony both order boneless Buffalo wings, for they were simple men with simple needs. Judge, on the other hand, was not a mere open book waiting to be read.
"I'll have the 9 oz. house Sirloin." said Judge. "Would you like any upgrades for that?" the waitress asked. Judge was no amateur; he was a man who knew what he wanted. "Add some sautéed garlic mushroom, please." With the orders marked in (they also ordered fireball whiskey lemonades) the men waited for their food to come.
Finally the food was served to the hungry men. Judge had put on his "Garment Protection Unit" bib in preparation for horrors he was about to reap upon his steak. His anus puckered with anticipation as the 9 oz's of succulent meat was placed in front of him. He picked up his fork and knife, holding them in his hand like he was Da Vinci about to sculpt David from the marble. Things were about to get messy.