There was a 25000$USD diamond that was being kept in my room by the foot of my bed. It was surrouned by an electrified chain-link fence that required an access card to deactivate. I had a card attached to my wrist with a zip-tie. I woke up, and my card was gone. After a bit of looking around (I didn’t feel panicked) I found it under my bed.
I was then told by to go to this restaurant by somebody, so I did. When I got there, Andy Richter was behind a window babbeling and having spilt what looked like soy sauce all over the front of his shirt. Lots of it. He went into the back and I entered the building, they were cleaning up for the night. I said ‘hi’ to the manager, and read a sign on the wall that mentioned a contest. It said to bring your food in, and throw all of your onion rings onto the ceiling. Then pickles, and then the rest. I didn’t hesitate. I threw the bulk of my sandwich up all at once, and it all stayed on the ceiling. I asked the manager why they don’t coat the ceiling with plastic or something, and they pointed out that in the area you are supposed to throw your food at, it is.
I looked over at the main sandwich on the ceiling, and it was not in this area. I apologized as the manager cleaned it off. Even without the plastic it was removed without a problem.
Then the manager took Andys cheque over to my work, walking with me across the street. My assumption was that his accountant still worked there, and he made his manager bring it over for him. I never made it to my car (woke up) but it seemed like some sort of party was in the street as the two of us left the restaurant.