Chicken Vindaloo with a side order of LEAD!

WHO:- Alota, Jay, Sanjeep the waiter...somewhere
WHERE:- Curry house
WHEN:- Just as the clown attack began
 
Jay sat in the Indian restaraunt with both version's of Seymour and Efof, when his three companions were called to the brig on Canazza's request. Something about giving evidence..Jay didn;t care, now he had more curry, he quickly shuffled the remains of the three currie's onto his own plate and carried on eating, each bite, and wach swig from his lager soothing the pain from the beating he'd received from the hamster.
He was just about to shove a fork full of a combination of Vindaloo, Madras and Balti into his mouth when a familar voice bellowed around the restaraunt "So, when you said you were taking me out to dinner tonight you DID intend on actually LETTING ME COME?!"
"Hi honey..." Jay said as Alota sat opposite him at the table
She caught a glimpse of the cuts,bruises and lacerations that tarnished his face, "What happened to you babe?" she asked "You look like you were in a Dean piloted-shuttle at landing!"
"It was White Wolf..."
Alota looked almost googled eyed at Jay "But i thought he was....wasn't he....but he's dead!" she said going pale at the thought of some ghost hamster walking the ship, well that would make sense, after all there are all other matters of things wondering BD, keto for one of them. "Well he is very much alive" Jay said sticking a fork into his vindaloo and swallowing it "Can't you see the paw marks on my face that he did?" he asked pointing to a distinct paw print on his cheek
"But..." Alota said stroking Jay's wound with her fingers, "You sure it's not..this universe's counterpart of him?" 
"No. He made that clear, this is OUR White Wolf, and he's pissed we left him behind in 1984, I think he's who attacked Phil..chances are you could be next"
"Jay..you sure it wasn't someone you owe money to?"
"Honey, please" Jay said, taking Alota's hand in his "Just be careful"
Alota sighed "He does realise that i will whoop his ass if he lays a single paw on me, i may be a woman but i will kick ass beside's" she said, helping herself to a forkful of Jay multi-curry hybrid, and wondered if the thing should be talking "Only I'm allowed to beat you up!"
she looked around, she  had suddenly began to feel a  rumbling, then she heard really weird music.
The window to the restaraunt shattered without warning, Jay, Alota ad the other patron's ducking under the table's, "What the hell?"
Alota said, "What the hell's IN that curry Jay?"
"It wasn't me!" Jay replied "Look!"
he pointed towards where the window has been seconds before, outside a large crowd of Clown's were storming the promenade, shooting at anything that moved, and something's that didn't
"Oh great what more could go wrong" Alota said as she and Jay dived behind the curry counter and looked at the on coming hoard. The burst through the doors and shoot everything, "Alota what are we going to do?" Jay asked,
"Always trust these Indian curry folk, they hide weapons in very good places"
"Like where?!" Jay asked
"See that salt shaker?" Alota asked pointing to the said object "It hold's a mini shotgun" Jay raised an eyebrow
 "See that there spice rack" Alota said, Jay nodded
 "Taped under that is a bloody big knife" Jay nodded getting the gist of it
 "See that pepper pot"
"Let me guess its a form of coorsoive powder?"
"No, it clashes with the rest of the place"
Suddenly several shots hit the curry stand "My curry!" JAy said standing up and looking at the mob "Now listen here!" he said after being chased by a barrage of bullets.one of which shattered his pint glass,
"RIGHT THATS IT!" Jay yelled, losing his temper, "YOU CAN SHOOT AT ME! YOU CAN SHOOT MY WIFE! BUT YOU CAN NEVER EVER EVER SHOOT MY LAGER!"
"Gee thanks honey, love you too!" Alota said
"Look I didn't mean it, It just made me sound hard"
"Actually it made you sound an asshole"
"Same difference"
 
<tag peeps..anyone rescue a couple who are trapped in a clown-ravaged-curry-house?!>