I am quite busily owning nothing.
The Rock, having finished what was left of the pancakes and sausages, decided to have some eggs. He cracked a few into the pan and waited. He looked about every so often, wondering who it was that had taken the pancakes and sausages. He suspected Randy Orton of being someone's pawn in an extravagant plot to take whatever food was being cooked.
Meanwhile, Ryback peered cautiously into the kitchen. The Rock spotted him and began to walk toward him, a question forming in his mind. Ryback forced a pained grin and said, "Just smelling." Leaving a partially-confused Rock behind, Ryback conspired quickly to find a new partner in crime.
XXXX(Just down the hall)XXXX
Triple H was lounging on a couch, wondering what to do. His trusty sledgehammer was leaning against the wall beside him. Ryback suddenly approached him, slightly startling The Game. "Can I help you?" Triple H asked.
"Nice sledgehammer you got there," Ryback remarked.
"Yeah," Triple H replied. "What of it?"
"How much do you like smashing things with it?"
Confused by this strange inquiry, The Game asked a question in return, "What are you trying to get at?" At this, Ryback grinned deviously and told him. Eyes widening, Triple H exclaimed, "That is probably the best plan I've heard all day! Let's give it a shot."
And so, Ryback and Triple H walked off down the hall, discussing how and when the sledgehammer would come into play.
XXXX(In the kitchen)XXXX
The Rock carefully poked the eggs in the pan, debating whether or not to scramble them. Suddenly, there was a loud crash, followed closely by several echoing thumps. The Rock dismissed this as someone fixing something, but the noises persisted.
Storming out of the kitchen, The Rock found Triple H bashing happily away at a rack of steel chairs. "What do you think you're doing?" The Rock snapped, annoyed from all the commotion.
Triple H looked up, eyes aglow from the thrill of smashing things. "I'm playing the game," he answered simply, bashing the rack for emphasis.
"What kind of game is beating a chair rack with a sledgehammer?" The Rock demanded.
"An exciting one," Triple H responded. He shook his sledgehammer at The Rock. "You can't play, though, because you don't have a sledgehammer."
The next words brought a grin to The Game, "And if you're not down with that, then I've got two words for you: Suck it!" Triple H swung his sledgehammer, narrowly missed The Rock, and put a rather large dent in a steel chair.
During this bit of banter, Ryback slipped into the kitchen. He took two plates and two forks and began to put eggs on them. Leaving some eggs for the Rock, Ryback hurried away just before Triple H sounded the ringing, sledgehammer-meets-steel-chair warning for Ryback to get out of there as fast as he could.
XXXX(In that corner between the two boxes)XXXX
Ryback handed over one of the plates. Triple H accepted it and nodded appreciatively. They parted ways and Ryback began to chew on the eggs, plotting his next approach.
To be continued…
Okay, people, the next one will be the last chapter in Breakfast. Don't you worry, though, due to a higher number of views than expected, I shall write you a sequel! So I shall be back!