>>22284270https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aZaSgnYLceQ"Well well well, if it isn't the master chef himself! MY MAIN MAN SIEBRO!"
Assuming it to be another ghost out to haunt him, Siebold experiences a surge of spookiness run up his spine. He nearly drops the plates in his hands, "W-What?! Who goes there!? That voice is too masculine to be Calem's!"
Suddenly, the table you're dining on starts shaking abruptly. Siebold steps back with eyes as wide as his own soup bowls, "G-Gah! Is this specter a poltergeist?!?"
To your dismay, it's the furthest thing from a ghost. The table suddenly stands up,
revealing itself to be Grant wearing a clever disguise on his back that makes him /look/ like a table."Grant..? But huh..? What are you--"
Still a bit on the jumpy side, Siebold quivers as his best black buddy guy slings an arm around him, "Siebro, calm dooooown. It's alright, take a chill pill!
I can hold my breath underwater for long periods of time, I'm just that freaking athletic. I saw everything, MAN, DID YOU GET WRECKED HAAAARD!"
"D-Don't call me Siebro.."
A) Calmly realize that you ate on the back of a black guy.
B) Can't have a nigga without his bitch in tow.
C) "Pfffffffffffffffffffffffffffffft.......'Siebro'..."
D) "I kept telling him it wasn't luck, but he didn't want to listen."
