The Lasagna Boys Sit in a Dark Closet and Name Restaurants They Enjoy

"Dude."

"Sup?"

"At ReV, fuckin... I offered Rob Williams some Chipotle, and he cussed me out and said Chipotle sucks."

"Rob Williams talked shit about Chipotle?"

"Yup."

"Nope. Fuck that. I don't like that. Fetch me Fred's gun."

"Chipotle clears, dude."

"On GOD Chipotle clears."

"ON MY MAMA!!"

"Know what else clears?"

"What?"

"Burger King, dude. The chicken fries?"

"Elite. Absolutely elite. Oh! Oh! Captain D's."

"Really? The Captain of the High-C's?"

"King Fish Sandwich, though."

"Son. Of. A. BITCH. You're 100% right. Oh, fuckin'... Arby's. Chicken Bacon Swiss?"

"You know what we call that back home?"

"What?"

"That Big Chicken Hitter."

"No, thats the McDonalds Chicken Big Mac."

"Fuuuuuuck the McDonalds Chicken Big Mac clears."

"You ain't just whistling Dixie, my friend. Oh, how about this, how about this, how about this: Whataburger."

"Fuckin' Whataburger, dude. What a pull. Everything on that menu clears."

"Here's one from left field, okay? Don't judge before you hear me out."

"I'm intrigued."

"Jimmy John's."

"My friend, that requires no explanation. Jimmy John's does in fact clear. But you know what truly clears all?"

"Tell me. God, please, tell me."

"Pub subs."

"Fuckin Pub subs."

"Pub. Fuckin. Subs."

"I would fuck a Pub sub dude I swear to god. I'd take the meat out of a pub sub and like, put MY meat IN the Pub sub, ya feel me?"

"Hell yeah. Let's high five on that."

"I thought you'd never ask."