Soon after graduating from the Gunkman Academy of Tranquility and Food Science (or as most students called it, Lazin' and Grazin') Mogey and Smush moved to the big city and found quarters with two roommates. Their co-lodgers were a pair of bankers named Anthony Sherlock and Paul Yell (or as Mogey and Smush called them, Snoopin' and Whoopin').
One Friday evening, the four residents of Number 17 Plumple Street decided to dine in on Chinese takeaway, and Paul Yell was nominated to place the order.
"What about some potstickers?" Mogey suggested. "I gots to have my potstickers."
"Are you sure?" Paul Yell replied, looking at his tally. "We've already got 34 dishes on our list."
"No, no, he's right," said Anthony Sherlock. "We need to make sure there'll be enough for leftovers."
"What are you talking about?" Mogey demanded.
"Sorry?"
"That word you used... 'left... overs,' was it? I'm not familiar with that term."
"It's probably Bulgarian," Smush suggested smoothly. "Sherlock is a Bulgarian name, is it not? Please, share with us the exotic customs and unique terminology of your mother country - it's the whole reason we moved to the big city!"
"I'm from New Jersey," Anthony Sherlock responded.
"Hello, Panda Garden?" Paul Yell said into the telephone. "I'd like to place an order for takeaway. Have you got a robust pen handy? It's going to be at least 35 dishes."
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