*Troy Hansen, still concussed, walks over to his usual spot by the window, to find Dark Lorkan sitting in his seat.*
TH: Hey my man, how are you?
DL: Who the hell are you? And what are you doing sitting at MY table?!
*Hansen looks enraged!*
TH: YOUR TABLE!!! YOUR FRACKING TABLE!!!! YOU SON OF A...
*Dark Lorkan gives Hansen a stiff slap across the face.*
DL: You want more?
*Hansen looks enraged, then smiles before picking up his plate and smashing it over Lorkan's head.
TH: I can't wrestle yet, but she didn't say anything about fighting or brawling.
*Troy Hansen gets out of his seat as Lorkan looks up. Hansen gives him a punch right on the nose knocking him out of his chair. He now picks him up and rams his head into the Drinks machine. It only cracks it. He picks Lorkan up under arm and takes a run up, this time putting him straight through the machine! He then drags him along the floor out of the exit, before seating back by the window, with a new meal on a new plate*
TH: Ahhh.
*Septic comes over*
Septic: Nice moves man, we gotta show 'em who's boss.
TH: What? What moves? I just came in for a bite to eat...
*Septic, puzzled, slinks away leaving Hansen to eat his meal*