After cutting/letting the devil out of our cake, we notice a fellow customer throwing in his own unique contribution to proceedings. His effluvient greeting and subsequent intimate conversation with the fat, plastic cook mascot of 'Gilani's', the restaurant we are in, is pretty funny at first. The interchange becomes slightly more uncomfortable when the poor ol' innocuous Mr. Gilani statue succeeds in mortally offending this interloper. Just as well plastic statues tend to be pretty tolerant as a general rule. Exhibiting the patience of a saint Mr. Gilani stolidly refuses to rise to the bait, thus managing to successfully diffuse the situation.