Three men walked into a diner.

“We’d like a booth ma’am,” said the tall man wearing a cowboy hat who swaggered in liked he’d ridden in on a horse.

“Right this way gentlemen,” said the waitress.

The small bald man with round glasses adjusted his robes and followed his companions.

They sat in a booth. The man with the slicked back black hair and long sideburns was the first to order, ” I’ll have peanut butter and banana on toast. With fries.”

“And I’ll have a steak, raw. And no vegetables, I’m a man not a rabbit,” growled the cowboy.

The dark skinned man in the robes said, “Oh nothing for me please, I am fasting.”
The waitress brought the order.

“Thank ya, thank ya very much,” the sequent dressed man with the dark hair and sideburns practically sang.

“How can you eat that meat John,” said the short man.

“It’s American food Mahatamacoat,” he said.

“My name is Mahatma,” said the little man a bit annoyed at his western friend.

“You gonna eat that EL?”, asked the named called John, pointing at the fries.