Laz had worked in a Chinese restaurant for a couple years now. One of the interesting things he had a bit of experience with was those stupid little fortune cookies that people seemed to find fun, but never ate. Now, obviously most of them just had some random, cryptic and yet inspiring message message to entertain the masses, but sometimes the things they had made sense. Part of Laz's regular jobs was to sort them out, taking out and removing the broken ones and throwing them away so he had a wealth of lines that he had seen many times. Not that it would be something you would use on a normal basis, but he always thought that maybe he could sound smart if he were to ever have a chance to use them. After all, they say first impressions are the most important. Even if Laz had no desire to get to know others, that didn't mean he wanted to spend his life as a virgin.