by Donald Rump
When an old man hobbles into the Palazzio and demands his favorite dish, the peculiar Pedo Flambé, the wait staff isn't sure what to make of it.
"I'm sorry, sir, but we don't have such a thing on our menu." His baby-faced waiter Zach Spitz frowns.
"You sure about that?" The old man slaps down a $100 bill.
"Of course, sir. Right away, sir!" Zach's manager snatches up the bill...