Dr. Evazan pours the Coke in front of Tod and his friends.
"The Coke must be unanimous, Doctor Evazan," Tod says. "You alone are pouring the soda, and it is you alone who will face the consequences of its uneven distribution."
"You know what? Your food'll be ready in a few minutes. That's all that matters to me."
"Join us, Dr. Evazan. Yours would be a valued voice in placing our new orders. Your plate would have an honored place on this table--second only to my own!"
Dr. Evazan walks away. Tod shouts after him. "You will chow down before me, Evazan! I swear it! No matter that it takes all you can eat, YOU WILL CHOW DOWN BEFORE ME! BOTH YOU, AND THEN ONE DAY, YOUR MANAGERS!!!"

Minutes later, Dr. Evazan brings the food and is about to place it on Tod's table.
Tod raises a hand. "Wait! You must place the food on the table in the order in which I asked for it." Tod stares at him. "Fries before Tod."
Dr. Evazan puts the fries down in front of Tod.
"Now," Tod gestures with a hand. "Meal before Tod."
Dr. Evazan puts down the plate with the oversized burger.
"This level of service is barely acceptable," Tod says. "I shall inform your managers that because of your refusal to meal before me, to chow down before my excellence, I have refused your tip."
Evazan throws down the empty meal tray. "You just watch yourself! I'm a wanted man! I have won eating contests on twelve systems!" He gestures madly. "Bring me a STEAK! I'm EATING THIS PUNK UNDER THE TABLE!!!"
The manager sees the commotion. "That's it, Evazan! That was your last chance! Turn in your apron! You're fired!"
Evazan takes off the apron and throws it down. "This ain't over, Tod. It'll never be over."
The manager comes over to the table, watching Evazan leave. "I'll meal before you, Tod, if it will save fries--"
"It will," Tod says. "Starting with your own." He snatches fries off the manager's plate and devours them.
Evazan just goes over to the bar and orders drink after drink, just waiting for someone to pluck his nerves just ONE MORE TIME....