Joey dashed into the restaurant, looking left and right for the reason he came into the restaurant. Standing on his tiptoes, he peered over the heads of the other patrons.
"There he is!" Joey yelled, drawing more than a few stares. He squeezed between a few people and grabbed the guy by the shoulder. He barely saw the hand before it slapped him across the face.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" the person yelled in an oddly feminine voice, bringing his hand back for another slap.
Joey grabbed the impending hand and searced the face of the person. After a few moments, Joey(with his slightly limited brain power) concluded that the guy he was chasing was, in fact, a girl!
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