Somewhere in Tokyo, 8:00 AM, F-15 Kai Restaurant, Saturday.
Miho, Maho, Saori, Mako, Hana, and Yukari, alongside Erika, Kay, Kinuyo, and Vulcan were walking to said restaurant next to a US air base. Unfortunately the line was quite long, but people were not fussing over what meal they had. Not only was it the most cheap restaurant in town, it also was full of customers, American, Filipino, Malaysian, and Japanese alike. The food was kinda good, and many lined up without a big fuss.
"I'll order." Maho said. "I've got some yen."
"Y'all sit here," Vulcan replied, as he pointed to a table seating nine. "I'll take a tapa rice combo. Thank God it's got one. Now I'll be outside, watching over you guys, since I feel a bit uncomfortable."
"Alright." Maho said. "You guys?"
Kay and Mako chose bacon and waffles, Kinuyo and Miho chose beef onigiri, and Erika took a wurst-egg sandwich whilst Maho and Saori went for some gyros. Yukari chose the MRE special (which was a customizable bento-style meal) and Hana, well... she was just choosing the Hana style of dishes(basically a larger portion.
However, outside took a turn for the wurst (get it?) for Vulcan, as he was not allowed to bring his weapons (an M4, a custom EMP rifle, and a taser, since you know, Japan weapon policy) as he was only allowed to use his double smoke dischargers, located on his legs.
Meeting with some fellow boys outside, one of them smoking, he quickly joined in the convo.
"Ohayo! How's your day?"
"Swell. I got top class."
"Yeah, nerd. You probably cheated this time."
"Just like your mom did with me, you prick."
"Why you little-"
"Ahem..." A shrill voice cut the talk short.
The whole group of boys stood. A mildly overweight African American woman stood there, with the can-I-speak-to-your-manager cut and the very snarky look.
She began to speak.
"Would you keep your mouth clean you Japs?"
Vulcan and his newfound friends began to whisper, "Well someone's invading our space and listening in! How rude!"
"Your tone is rude!" the Karen spurts out in return. "My kid shouldn't hear your profanity!"
"Listen asshat, you shouldn't butt in so your kid won't have to hear our profanity!" a boy went cavalcade ran out, followed by a laughing Vulcan and an angry Karen, and Vulcan dashed inside the restaurant, and hiding behind Kinuyo's sillhouette.
Unfortunately, Optimus-Prime-humanized-as-a-17-year-old was a bit taller than his girlfriend, so he had to duck under, still sweating. Kinuyo scolded her lover.
"Hey, what are you running from? Why are you so sweaty? she asked.
"Some lady decided to be offended about our tone of voice in freaking public, we hit back and now she wants to kill us.
"I'll just stay and protect Maho."
Maho was the lady in the black skirt, grey turtleneck sweater, knee high socks and small brown handbag with a miniature Tiger 1 tank. He easily merged in, when Karen and ET (Entitled Teen) called out.
"Hands off m'lady, sexist pig!" called out Entitled Teen.
"Me?" Vulcan retorted.
"Well who else you?" the ET said.
"Oh...fuck..." Vulcan said, exasperated.
"Look, I'm not touching her, fuckwit. I'm guarding her from fedora fucks like you whose dependapotamus mother thinks she can shout at anyone!"
"My dad is a Sgt. Major in the base. Respect me and my mom you rapist."
Maho looked behind her. Vulcan sighed and said, "Yes, this asshole was trailing you and thinks I'm a rapist and a soldier at the nearby naval base.
She sighed back, gave a gaze at the ET who almost fainted.
"Oh, look! It's our turn, Vulcan! We can order now." Maho then said.
The two entitled morons then barrelled their way into the line til they were close to Maho and Vulcan. ET groped Maho's ass, much to her, and other Japanese and American customers in line, whilst Karen tried to catch Vulcan's attention.
"Ahem, soldier."
"EXCUSE ME!"
"What! For crying out loud, Karen, please shut up, I and my friend are trying to order food and you are making it harder for us to get our food. Not to mention you are making her uncomfortable."
"My husband is a Sgt. Major at the base! Show some respect!"
"Your boasting of your spouse's rank tells us you want attention." Vulcan snidely uttered. "And your creep of a kid is touching a woman of all people, you need some manners. Also I am not from the base, asshole, so stop pretending I am."
"Shut up! You will be scolded!"
Meanwhile at the table where the rest of the group sat...
Erika watched her idol getting harrassed, seething in rage. while the rest were hungry. Mako was complaining.
"Where's my waffflesss..." She moaned.
"Wait..." Saori said. "Even Hana's hungry and she's waiting too.
"Hana felt thin, like she was almost skeletal. "Yeahhhhhh..." she replied deliriously.
"Can we check on them?" Mako said. She was now very, very tired of waiting.
"No, Mako, we should wai-"
"YES." Erika silenced Saori. "We should. "Miho, Mako, Kinuyo, you're with me."
They made their way to the counter, with Mako being carried by Miho.
Maho was waiting for the complete order of the entire team, all while she was being held by an obese 19 year old with questionable odor and Vulcan was being berated for trying to pry off the screaming neckbeard off Kuro's commander by the former's mother.
"HEY! GET OFF MY SISTER YOU PERVERT!" Miho screamed.
"YEAH! WHAT SHE SAID!" Erika added.
"Well well..." ET tipped his fedora. A white cumdumpster and Queen's little sister. May I kiss your feet, m'ladies?"
He bent down to kiss Erika and Miho's shoes when...
Miho delivered a kick into his face. He reeled in pain when he tried getting up in which Karen stopped berating Vulcan and comforted her son.
"Oh my, sugar. I'm so sorry your girlfriends beat you." Karen simpered. She then turned to Miho, Mako, Erika, and Kinuyo.
"You should apologize to my son. He was kissing your shoes like a gentleman and you kicked him. "
"That's because you sexually harrassed Maho and berated Vulcan." Kinuyo retorted.
"Yeah. Go away, karen. You're the reason people had to wait for their breakfast. Prick." Mako finished.
"YOU JAPANESE ARE SO UNGRATEFUL!" she said. "WE AMERICANS PROTECT YOU AND THIS IS HOW YOU REPAY US?!"
Maho finally had enough. She then said,
"If by Americans, we mean people like your husband, who would fight tooth and nail to keep the pesky CCP and North Korean military out of our country and many others that they harrass in the South China Sea, then we are grateful. Grateful that we are at peace with them. However, if people like you that try and mooch off of your husband's career, who bully and oppress others using their status as a military spouse, then you are honestly pathetic. Such entitlement is the reason your race is seen as entitled assholes who think they own the place, where your enemies can then use as a stereotype for generalization to show to other countries, and leave out the majority that are decent enough to act like asshats. And just because you're black doesn't mean you are exempt from being called out just cause you are black is not a good option since you are not a permanent resident. Now scram."
"I'm never coming back again!" Karen said, dragging her hellspawn with her out the door.
"Phew." Maho said. Now, since Vulcan was so kind to bring the whole tray with us to the table, let's go there and eat. Besides, we can't be late for the meeting with the JSF Council.
Okay, another story based on GuP! And it takes place right after a few upcoming chapters.
Now, there are some concerns in this story:
is black- Yes, I get it. Karens are traditionally white. But in the spirit of diversity, I made the story's Karen black to break the stereotype that "all karens are white" trope feminists are squawking about. BTW, she's also against Japanese people.
2. Entitled Teen- Yes, he's 18, hitting on a 19 year old (i guess) and the guy is the definition of neckbeard, edgy shirt, cum-covered pants, etc.
3. Basically explaining the American tourist/overseas resident stereotype in a nutshell, especially dependapotamuses who think they can use their spouses' ranks to cut lines- Maho kind of hits in right in the notes.
Please comment on what I missed guys! It was a bit of a doozy returning to the game.
