You take the cloth from Wong's hand, thank him, and begin shoving it as far up your nose as possible. In horror, Wong begins shouting in Chinese and you, the average one-language guy you are, thinks he's just shouting orders to go get your table.
He's making a scene, and as the cloth begins turning red from absorbing all your nose-blood, Wong's face becomes a frightening shade of red that you've only seen on Washington apples or on your ass when you got stung by a bee in second grade. All the people in the resturaunt are looking at you now, but strangely, they're not getting agitated. Instead, they're just licking their lips.
Suddenly, Wong stops yelling. He looks at you, grinds his teeth a bit, and says, "That towel was given to me by my grandmother, and you take it and wipe your bloody nose. You son of a bitch."
Wong starts approaching you, and you begin backing away and towards the door as fast as possible. However, just as you reach the red carpet with a friendly "Welcome" embroidered onto it, two large men grab you and start dragging you towards the kitchen. Wong just laughs.
"Tonight, everybody, dinner is on the house!" Wong says, and the restaurant bursts into applause.
As the two men drag you into the kitchen, they begin explaining that you'll be hit in the head and, while it won't hurt, you won't be waking up. Instead, you'll be diced and added to some lo mein with a tasty medley of vegetables. It's what they call the "Specialty" Lo Mein. Unlike most Chinese restaurants, this one's cannibalistic.
You're hit over the head.
"Ouch, that hurt, you bastard!" you cry.
"Oh, sorry," one of the large men say. He then picks up a big cooking pot over his head, laughs a bit, and says, "I'll try it again. Sorry for the inconvenience."
Bam. You're out cold. Bon appetite.