Gustave came back with Manny's order, and to his utter astonishment, it was, indeed, diet-caffine-free-cherry-berry-vanilla-Pepsi-Max with no preservatives serves sunny side down with extra mayonnaise and three meat patties cooked well done in liver juice that is aged well in a Saurian laboratory with monkeys running it that have rabies that came from a rabid rabbit biting them on an obscure location on their armpits that haven't been shaved since the land before time.
"Here's your diet-caffine-free-cherry-berry-vanilla-Pepsi-Max with no preservatives serves sunny side down with extra mayonnaise and three meat patties cooked well done in liver juice that is aged well in a Saurian laboratory with monkeys running it that have rabies that came from a rabid rabbit biting them on an obscure location on their armpits that haven't been shaved since the land before time, masseu," Gustave said, matching it word for word.
"Thanks," Manny replied. Since it was served sunny side down, he had to take the entire tray, rotate it with him holding the glasses on it 180 degrees, then throw the tray off. He took his drink, but noticed the other. "Don't tell me. That's my Pepsi."
"Yes, masseur, you ordered this when you first came in." Manny wanted to kill Gustave right now. "What can I get you to eat, masseur?"
Manny knew the quality of the food, so he decided to taske the safe route. "Just an apple pie."
"Eh? Dessert first, masseur? That isn't good for you."
"I'm not too hungry."
"Alright, one cherry pie, coming up!"
While no one was looking, Manny took the three meat patties out, placed them in a pocket inside his suit, and slipped the rest of the glass inside his suit in case of an unusual emergency that called for such an abomination.