The Great TV Tropes Road Trip

Wow, Gregg & Duane's is gonna triple its customers at the rate you're comin' in!

"Well, it's just that I'm more into healthy food these days," says Bluethorn as he scarfs down a giant ice cream cone.

Wm walks right past the waitresses and sits at the biggest table he can find.

Puma and Eleanor walk in.

"Oh boy, I hope they have burgers and fries here."

"Or birds or mice."

“As long as it’s edible...”

Why hello everyone! We're the house band here at Gregg & Duane's. Welcome to us, and here's an original song called "Fake Jake!"

"Oh yeah, same, Bluethorn," says Puma, also ordering a giant ice cream cone.

"I wonder what kind of music this is going to be," says Eleanor as she watches the band prepare. "I always loved death metal the best."

"Wait, what."

If you're into death metal, I suddenly have questions as to what Purrdre 3000 listens to when we're away...

Wm looks over the menu. There's a truly staggering amount of references to late-60s Blues Rock, some of which even he doesn't get.

[Whistlin' Pete and the Sneezy Bunnys play some sort of bluesy-folk-ska-electropop sort of thing.]

"I don't know what kind of music this is, but it's pretty unique," says Bluethorn.

Y'know, I think I heard this exact song on WFMU once upon a blue moon...

Wm silently signals a server over and asks for a sparkling water.

Once he's served, however, Wm suddenly gets a phone call from Paul.

...yes? ...Okay, I'll head out.

Wm stands up.

Paul ran into some trouble. I have to go help him. Y'alls can eat in peace if you want.

Wm goes to exit. His exit attempt is interrupted, however, by a gang of protesting fundamentalists blocking the door.

...ah, fuck.

Feel free to take control of a fundamentalist if you wish.

Go home, El Cabrón! We don't want you, you demon!

Taco, sipping on a mug of coffee, asks aloud, “Think there’s a backdoor to this place?”

[another crowd of counter-protesters storm in through the kitchen]

El Cabrón, from our home! Leave his legacy alone!

“What the Hell is going on here? Ugh, I wish the Burger Factory killed me.”

Taco stand up, and looks at the counter-protestors. “Alright, I’ll bite. Who is El Cabrón?”

Edited by TacoBadger on Apr 9th 2020 at 10:45:27 AM

Protesters and counter-protesters: YOU DON'T KNOW??

Hint: look at last page.

Taco takes a script from his back pocket, and flips back. “Oh yeah, that. Hold on-”

He looks at the counter-protestors. “You guys are protesting in the favor of a ghost and serial killer, just because of hometown pride? Hell, you guys call him ‘the dumbass’, so clearly you don’t harbor too much affection for him.”

Wm has been in the middle of this for only a few seconds, and he's already sick of this.

Can we please just get out of the restaurant?

NO! NOT 'TIL EL CABRON IS OUT!

LET HIM BE!

Several members of both mobs then begin jeering back and forth with each other. As the argument intensifies, Wm gives the whole gang a look of visible frustration, then buries his head in his left hand.

“Jeezum Christ. What are we gonna do about this? Maybe a sunroof in here?”

Whistler: Aw come on, hasn't this town been changed irreparably by that serial killer? We should just accept that he's here and...

[notices someone in the crowd]

Whistler: Holy Schneikees... he's back.

Edited by TheWhistleTropes on Apr 9th 2020 at 12:24:32 PM

Taco looks around, and sighs. “Alright, I’ll deal with him. Where is he?”

[looks again, but doesn't find him]

I swear, he was just there! He had glowing red skin and—and the head of a horned goat!

This restaurant doesn't put "sugar" in the Kool-Aid, does it?

“I don’t think I wanna stick around to find out.”

Taco picks up a chair and tosses it at the nearest window.