A distraction

Before you act on the family, you hear an angry woman. "Look how dry this pork is. How could you not see it? Are you blind?"

You look over and see a woman dining alone. She is complaining to a waitress who stands chastized.

"Fuck, bitch," you think, "she didn't cook it."

"Sorry, ma'am," said the waitress.

"Don't call me 'ma'am!'" said the woman. "I'm not your grandma."

"Sorry, mu...miss, I'll uhh....I'll replace your food at once."

"I wish the waitress takes the pork, puts it in a bowl, has two men in the kitchen gob loads of spit and snot on it, jack off on it, then piss on it. I wish the waitress then strains the pork and brings it back to that customer. I wish that customer finds the pork the most delicious meal she's ever had and eats it all. I wish after she finishes her meal, she asks the waitress what was done differently, and I with the waitress tells her honestly. I wish the woman is both horrified, but realizes how much she loved the taste of male bodily fluids on her food, and I wish she just leaves a 100% tip and leaves to go to her favorite club to find a guy to spit, cum, and piss in her mouth."

You then turn back to the family. Apparently, one of the daughters is close to flunking out of college, and her parents are not happy. They are talking loud enough for you to hear.