J. Post Grimsley was eating dinner at the Yin Yang when the bear arrived and sat
at a nearby table.
'Now that's unusual.' Grimley thought to himself
He'd seen something similar in East Borneo. A giant sloth had taken to wearing english clothes and had been offering his services in the law. Most of his cases were summarily dismissed.
Quan took the bears order without hardly looking at him.
"Hundred year chicken, shrimp chow mein, two orders potstickers, Mongolian beef, sweet and sour pork and two large Tsingtaos. Is that everything?"
the bear pointed at the menu again.
"oh yes and the roast duck. velly good!"
the bear poured himself a glass of tea and tried to fish out some of the tea leaves.
"You should let the tea settle and you won't get those bits in your glass." Grimsley opined to the bear.
"And you should go fuck yourself." the bear replied.