Potatoes

Toast, I’ve gotta find me a woman. I’m thinking two words. Mixed. Race.

What’s mixed race mean, Carl?

Two delicious things mixed together. Like half-black, half-Asian. Mad hot.

Mixed ethnicity is sweet too. Like, half-Iranian, half-Polish. Outta sight.

Nod Nod

Or the ultimate: one half is Mexican and the other half is… Mexican!

Damn!

Hey Angry Chef, can I watch the fights with you and Carl tonight?

Carl took off on a last minute vacation to Mexico. Now I’m gonna miss the pay-per-view!

It’s the fight of the year and the guy leaves town… hmm… yeah…

Do you want to learn how to do a break and enter?

That night…

Absolutely.

How are we gonna break-in? Carl’s balcony is way up there!

Don’t scream.

How do I open the door? It’s locked!

Duck.

WHAT IN THE HELL! I’LL WHOOP YOUR ASS!

Angry Chef! There’s an old woman in Carl’s apartment!

Hold on a minute… I recognize that voice!

Hey! You’re Carl’s Grandma! It’s me, Angry Chef! Carl’s in Mexico and we wanna watch the fights!

That’s why I’m here! You fry up these potatoes, crack open that beer and let’s watch the fights!