While Sam and Jenny bicker like kids on a school playground arguing over who gets to climb the monkey bars next, Clutch busies herself by opening up the plates of food she'd gotten for her and her tag team partner.  

It's not just egg rolls. Other goodies come with it: chow mein, crab rangoon, mozzarella sticks, and she even pulls out two thick boxes of delicious tiramisu dessert. It's an Italian dessert. How Clutch got it at a Chinese restaurant is for a different discussion. Maybe she is like a female Chuck Norris? Chuck can order a Big Mac at Burger King and still get it. 

Becoming fed up (pun intended) with Sam and Jenny squabbling, Clutch suddenly spins and shoves an egg roll into Sam's mouth mid trash-talk. To her annoyance, it does little to cease his mouthing, but he does seem to be enjoying the egg roll enough to spit portions out and onto Jenny's attire as she leaves. 

"Finally.... jeez" Clutch's eyes roll so deep her eyeballs nearly get stuck in her skull. She tugs Sam toward the table so that he won't get the wild hair up his ass to chase after Jenny. 

And that's when Clutch jumps in her skin, startled. "Dafuq, dude?" She points at the masked man still standing in the room. She reacts quickly, pulling the man's mask away from his face a good 10-12 inches before just as quickly releasing it. *SMACK* The collision of mask to face sounds off. 

"Either eat or get the fuck out, fella." 

She tosses an egg roll at the masked Graves.