"I'll have waffles! Oh, how I love waffles. It's been so long since I've had waffles." I said to the waitress.

Matt, Ted and I were all at the Burnt Toast Cafe, preparing our departure to New York. There we would take down The Company, there we would save the world. I just hope Ted doesn't do something stupid.

"Me want food!" Ted said.

"Calm down, sweety. What food would ya like?" the waitress asked.

"Food! Me want food!" Ted started glowing. He was angry.

"Um, I think we need a minute," I said, thinking quick on my feet.

"Alright." She said and walkled off.

"Ted, calm down," Matt said to him. "Just pick something off the menu."

"There no pictures! Ted want pictures!"

"Could we have a child menu?" I asked aloud. The waitress came by and dropped one off at our table.

"Ooh! Ooh! Me want that! Me want fried crocodile toes!"

"That's chicken strips," I said.

The waitress returned with my glorious plate of waffles. I was in Heaven! I bet the Other Me isn't eating waffles right now. He's probably sweating out having to do some crazy challenge on Last Gladiator Standing 2.

"Are the rest of you ready?"

Matt spoke up. "I'll just have waffles too. I can't read the menu, uh, I mean, they look so good!"

"Me want fried crocodile toes!" Ted screamed. Several customers turned to look.

"He'll have the chicken strips," I said.