Two rabbits sit at a table in a restruant.
Turner: This is a great place, 3 stars you know.
Sarah: Really?
Waiter comes out and hands them there menus.
Turner: There roast carrots are really good, but take you're time looking at the menu.
Waiter (With a french accent): Ah, if I may recomend so sir, the Apple Ala'cres, the sauce is the chef's most famous creations.
Turner: Ah well that sounds nice. Oh, if you could get me another fork? The one here is a it dirty.
Waiter: Pardon me?
Turner: The fork it's a bit dirty could I have another one?
Waiter: Ah sir, I apologies.
Turner: No need to apologies just bring me another fork.
Waiter: No sir, I do apologies, I will fetch the Head Waiter he will want to apologies to you himself.
Waiter walks to the back room.
Sarah: You certainly get good service here.
Turner: They really take care of you.
Head Waiter comes out with the Waiter cowaring behind him. The Waiter points at the fork and the Head Waiter picks it up.
Head Waiter: It's filthy! Banjorn! Find out who washed it and show them the door! No! We need to take no chances, sack the entire washing room staff!!
Turner: Uh, we don't mean to make a fuss.
Head Waiter: Oh, no it's all right, you should really point these things out. Banjorn! Tell the Manager what's happened now!
Turner: What? I mean, it's only a dirty fork.
Head Waiter: I know. And I'm sorry, but I know there are no apologies I can make that you have been given a dirty, filthy, smelly peice of cutlery!
Turner: It wasn't smelly.
Manager starts to come out of the back room.
Head Waiter: It was smelly!! And I hate it, I hate it!! And-
Manager: Gaston..
Head Waiter (Gaston): Huh, eh, em.
Gaston stalks off to the back.
Manager: Hello, hello, I've only just heard, may I have a seat?
Turner: Yes, of course.
Manager: I'd like to apologize humbly, deeply, and sincerly, about the fork.
Turner: No, it's no problem, you could barely see it.
Manager: Oh, you're good, kind people for saying that *picks up the fork* but to me it's like a mountain, a vast bowl of puss! It gets me at my heart! I can't give you any excuses, there are no excuses for it! I've been meaning to spend more time in the restraunt, but I haven't been well and things aren't going very well back there, the chef's son has been put away again, and Kelly who does the washing, can hardly move her old fingers, and then there's Gaston's war wound. But there good people, and there kind people, and we were starting to get over this dark patch, there was light at the end of the tunnel! *breaks down in hysterics* Why this! Why this!
Chef comes out with the Gaston behind him.
Chef: You Bas^*&#s!! You dirty
[email protected]#$*s!! This man has worked his fingers to the bone to make this place what it is, and you come in here with you're petty quibbling and you grind him into the dirt! Oh, it makes me mad... Mad.. *puts a cleaver in the table*
Gaston: Chef! Easy! Oh. The wound! *falls to the ground*
Manager: *gets up, holding the fork* It's the end!
Chef: I will destroy them!
Manager: The end! *stabs himself in the groin with the fork and falls dead*
Chef: You killed him! *takes the cleaver out of the table* Revenge! Revenge!
Gaston: *gets up and holds the Chef's arm from bring the cleaver down on Turner's head* Chef.. Never, kill a customer... Oh. The wound! *falls to the ground*
Chef: *brings his arm back again* REEEVEEEEENGE!!
The Waiter suddenly runs out the back room and tackles the Chef from behind, the tangled heep of them landing on the table, the Waiter sliding off the Chef's back, landing on the floor.
And Now The Punch Line
Turner: Lucky we didn't tell them about the dirty knife.