Kirk Herbstreit regains consciousness in a haze. Symptoms of tinnitus ring through his cranium like a chorus of crystal glass players while his vision seems to have a thin layer of vaseline smeared across his retinas. Confused, Kirk coughs out a string of interrogatives.
“Wh… who are you? Where am I? Do I smell Raising Canes?”
“IT’S LAYNE'S, YOU LUDDITE!” exclaims one of his captors. “If you had any taste, you’d realize the herbs and spices you smell are VERY DIFFERENT from that Louisiana chain bullhonkey.”
Kirk’s vision begins to crystallize, and the chorus of glass players seems to have taken 5 for the moment.