Yellow Snow: Lunch Time

12:40 PM.

“Munching Down Like Crazy Right Now” Tracy James:

H-

*CRUNCH*

D-did you know

*MHPPHHH*

That I

*HUNSCH*

Hove thish place….

*CRUNCH*

The TED and his BFF 4evers sit in that rundown Cluck-U that’s only occupied with chubby fathers and their baseball playing sons. Tracy and his unmannered self is somehow the only person eating in this entire room though, the rest are just staring. Probably because he’s eating like William Weinmoney in an all you can eat lobster buffet just without any sense of class. This grown-ass man is actively making a mess of himself. The tamest most lightest sauce covers his face and hands like this is a cannibal’s murder scene caught in action. TED also has his cheap wings awaiting him but they aren’t what he’d prefer.

TED prefers his flavors bold and suffocating. His ideal level of spice scorches like the deepest circle of hell that Marcantel belonged to but he can’t let Tracy be aware of that. Why? Because it’s Tracy, duh. The only man in the world who was patient enough to get to know Tracy just knows that if he orders something spicier than James he’d say something like “Oh so you want to FACE THE SPICE huh…?!” thinking it sounds like a radical quote when it’s anything but that. After that sentence with quality equal to the meat they’re consuming, The Hackerman would then in a move of utter bravado order the hottest thing on the menu and then as soon as his untrained tongue merely poked that hellfire he’d probably pass out and go into a coma.

But in spite of his courtesy, TED didn’t have a concern in the world about eating at this rancid establishment anyway. All this (used to be 6’8 now much shorter) beast of a man wanted to accomplish was cheering his chum up if he needed it.

He did. The all-knowing TED is spot on exact with psychological analysis 99% of the time. Emotion mastermind.

Tim or Timothy or Timmy or LaTim or Timothius whatever that revenge focused grandpa identifies as at this time on his bloodthirsty mission or whatever he has planned in all likelihood doesn’t want to hit this place up to meet with THE Team.

Truthfully, TED doesn’t care if Tim wouldn’t cut off his own arm for a piece of this rubber chicken like Tracy would. He stays true to who he is and knows who’s more important to him here like the great man he is.

This is completely unlike Tracy who ten to one would morph his whole personality to make himself seem more cool and reliable to anyone who’s older than him and was anywhat successful in their CMV career. This is why Tracy is not a leader he is a follower and TED is the best leader he could wish for.

“Genuinely Having The Time Of His Life” Tracy James:
So…

*mph*

You know what the old-timer wants?

His buffalo orange dyed lips and cheeks make up the worst makeup that exists and his talking while eating is gross and rude. TED wants to heave a napkin on his face.

“Most Successful Person To Ever Enter Cluck-U” The TED:
The TED isn’t looking forward to whatever that daddy issues senior citizen has in mind. Wrinkle man better not play us some old man music that appeal to his old man ears in his old man car on his old man wheels probably avoiding newly worked on roads and instead choosing old man roads that are purposely irritating to drive down to fulfill his old man soul’s ideal situation of coming off as cool enough to hang with us but we’ll know his old man idea of cool is only an act so the old man’s purpose would come off as just a poser’s purpose.

The TED doesn’t actually know.

That whole rant is very unlike the composed TED that Tracy tried to befriend for a whole month. But he doesn’t see why he should question the way he’s acting, he’s more successful and smarter than Tracy. So he’s sure there’s some reason he just isn’t getting. That’s the new habit Tracy picked up after the disappearance of Quantum soon after he rebelled against him one final time. It isn’t good to act like he has the right to ask questions. Who’s to say Tracy didn’t make him disappear?

Quantum probably would say. He isn’t dead.

I think.

Tracy couldn’t bring himself to call him though. Not after he insulted his leadership skills the last time he saw him.

“Unnerved By His BFF’s Lack Of Optimism” Tracy James:
It’ll probs be something heroic. That’s what Tim does, yeah?

Is it?

“Something On His Mind” The TED:
The TED thinks something SMELLS.

“Slightly Offended” Tracy James:
But I shower-

Timothius:
Why are we here?

Tim seemingly appears out of thin air and rests both his hands on the table. Tim THEN realizes this place is disgusting so he lifts his hands up so he doesn’t possibly get some sort of disease. Already he’s bothered by these two. He’s rocking the “I might be committing a crime” fit of a dark gray hoodie with the hood on with sunglasses masking his face even more.

Timothius:
I told you somewhere quiet and hidden. While I doubt any member of KLIQ would be seen dead in here you two are dragging many eyes upon yourselves wearing…

What’re you even wearing?

Tracy is dressed like he’s on a jungle operation with his complete set of camo sweatpants, camo jacket, camo undershirt and his iconic red rambo headband. Do the camo joke and “haha oooooooh he’s invisible haha guys he’s invisible ooooooo” but in reality he stands out the most in this place.

“Not Letting This Guy Poke Fun At Tracy’s Fashion Sense” The TED:
He blends i-

Timothius:
No he doesn’t. The furthest word there is to “fitting” is what he’s doing. We’re wasting time just…

Come on guys. Let’s go already.

Before Tracy can even absorb that insult and feel bad about himself Tim has already dipped and made his way toward the doors. No gesture to “hurry up” or whatnot, he knows they’ll come. Or rather he knows one of them is going to force the other to anyway.

“The WarMachine” Tracy James:
Come on.

So one does. He makes sure to salute the citizens who have already begun texting about how they saw THREE CMV superstars, one a legend, hanging out in a Cluck-U together. Might make news, probably won’t. It might be some info that makes someone’s day. Yet before Tracy can join Tim outside his amigo TED grabs his shoulder and turns him around and stares at him in a way that just…

Is so much unlike TED. He mouths something but interrupts himself by biting his lip. Tracy is really bothered by this. But TED saves it, or well he tries to.

“Bothered” The TED:
Wipe your face. The TED believes in basic hygiene.

“Confused More Than Usual” Tracy James:
Yeah….

Good idea….

He stuffs more napkins than one person could possibly need into both his pockets, only is his reign of napkin stealing is stolen by the old italian manager screaming at him to knock it off. Then, like the respectful law follower army man Tracy is, he makes a run for it. The TED lets out a chuckle at his confdiant’s antics. That’s his buddy, no matter what happens here. He clearly knows more about this whole ordeal than Tracy but still details are missing. Whatever he knows paints a picture he doesn’t like but he’ll follow through. It’s a mission after all.

Tim gets into a black anonymous looking van in the driving seat and slams his door shut. With the way he’s dressing and the black van this all sort of seems like a kidnapping affair. TED walks over to take his seat in the back to allow Tracy to ride shotgun but for the third time is interrupted by the cranky Tim.

Timothius:
Nah nah nah. TED you’re riding on my side. Get in the back Tracy.

They both follow those directions. One more copporating than the other.

“Doesn’t Dig The Vibes" The TED:
The TED thinks you oughta tell us where we’re heading.

Timothius:
You’ll see.