Yep… Still own nothing.
Randy Orton thought he could hear footsteps behind him. "Why would someone be following me?" he mumbled to himself. He took a few irrational turns, succeeded in getting himself half lost, and finally turned around. "What do you want?" he asked upon seeing Ryback.
"Hey, buddy, would you mind doing something for me?" Ryback asked, somewhat innocently.
Buddy? This must be something important. "What is it?" The Viper asked.
"Well, you see… The Rock cooks, doesn't he? And I'm hungry. So…" Ryback began to explain.
"Let me get this straight," Randy said calmly, "You want me to help you get the Rock's food. And why would I do that? You haven't done anything for me."
"Okay, Orton, you win," Ryback sighed. "When I grab the food, I'll save some for you."
Randy smirked. "That's more like it," he stated. "Alright, now… What do you want me to do?"
XXXX(One plan explanation later)XXXX
The Rock busily poked the sausages, eliciting a mouth-watering scent. Randy Orton walked in and make a show of asking the Rock what he was cooking. The Rock deftly answered and continued to cook the sausages.
Creeping in as silently as possible, Ryback slipped a few still-warm pancakes into a small, clean bag. The Rock, thinking he had heard something, turned around and looked briefly about the kitchen. Having quickly hidden himself, Ryback was safe, for the moment.
"So, Rock," Randy asked, "What are these made of?" This question provoked the Rock into going into a somewhat lengthy explanation of the sausages' contents. At least, it was long enough for Ryback to gather some sausages while the Rock had his back turned and hightail it out of there.
"Well, thanks for the info, Rock. Bye!" Randy said, hurriedly leaving the room.
"That was odd…" The Rock murmured, turning back to the stove. Then he saw there was only one sausage left to sizzle in the pan. "Who stole my sausages?!" he bellowed.
XXXX(In a corner, between two large boxes)XXXX
Ryback chuckled and handed over half of the pancakes and sausages. "Well, well, well," he snickered, "Mission accomplished."
"You said it, Ryback," Randy sniggered, chomping on a pancake. "Wow, now I understand why the Rock doesn't let anyone eat what he cooks. It's delicious!"
"Yeah, greedy fiend," Ryback muttered, shaking his head and wrapping a sausage in a pancake.
Soon, the pancakes and sausages were gone. Randy left to do something more important. Staring down at the empty bag, Ryback murmured to himself, "I'm still hungry…" There was one thought going through his head: Feed me more! Feed me more! So Ryback walked toward the kitchen to see (and smell) what the Rock was cookin'.
To be continued…