Robbie remains seated in his meditative stance until addressed by Samson, at which point his eyes go wide and he mouths the words "yak steak' without making a sound. He promptly stands up and walks to a bag sitting on the floor. He pulls out a phone, dials, and places it to his head.

Hey. Yeah, I'm at the gym with Chernikov. Nope, not a douche, kinda like I expected. Look, pack up the travel wagon, grab a few of the culinary arts students, and bring them down here. Yeah. Holy Smokers. 20 seconds? What, did you have all the guys preloaded in case...

Robbie turns to Chernikov, Emerick, and Prince, smiling and giving a thumbs up. He takes the phone away from his head.

Don't sweat the Holy Smokers, lunch is on me.

He puts the phone back to his head.

Also, send a recovery squad. Yeah. Big guy, 'muscles in his shit' type, we'll educate him. Okay. Okay. Gotcha. Bye.

He hangs up the phone. As he does, three Bourbon Men arrive and pick up the unconscious man on the ground, carrying him out of the gym. Cyberjaw, the man with the cybernetic jaw, is seen telling the Holy Smokers truck to leave in the distance as a food truck towing a smoker and what looks like an industrial deep fat fryer on a trailer pulls up. Bourbon men in chef hats and jackets set to work setting up the smoker, filling it with charcoal and wood chips.

I like you Samson. You're alright. I don't have any yak on the menu today, and having been to your homeland I was happy to try a plate of goat meat with a side of little green doo-dads topped with a dollop of mayonaise. Please, allow me to show you the true ultimate in American cuisine.

As he says this, a Bourbon Man walks up carrying a styrofoam container, much like you'd get from a diner or any kind of restaurant for carry out. Robbie smells the container and grins.

Barbecue pork is so varied that to fully experience each regional flavor it could take over an hour, let alone perhaps a full day to prepare. I bring you, courtesy the Bourbon Chefs at the Robbie Bourbon Dojo for the Competitive Arts, by way of Bourbon Street might I add...

Robbie opens the styrofoam box, steam billowing from it's contents; rice, okra, peppers, celery, andouille sausage, chicken, and shrimp, almost magically bound together to form...

Jambalaya!

As he speaks, the gym owner scratches his head as he watches a few Bourbon Chefs set up a table with a pair of chafing dishes atop it. Setting up a mini-buffet of Jambalaya in the middle of the gym. Robbie turns to address the whole of the gym.

WORKOUT PEOPLE! I BRING YOU SOMETHING GLUTEN FREE, HIGH IN FIBER, LOADED WITH PROTEIN, AND MOST IMPORTANTLY, DELICIOUS!