Popping the tape in the VCR, we discover Meredith wearing a blue Asian-fusion (that's "Asian" fused with "cliché wardrobe stereotype," that is) shirt-y thing and letting us know that the guy who can rent it tonight and go home happy is...Ian! "A night of good fortune awaits us. We'll ride through the streets in a rickshaw and be entertained by dragons." Wow! Dangerous, non-motorized archaic transportation and monsters! Have you been reading my dream diary again? Ian gives a vague glance around that I'll just take the liberty of translating: "Y'all sure I can't just go to the Mighty Ducks game?" Meredith takes a quick breath and dives back in with the parting shot I'm sure will possess just as much passion and raw sexuality as we've come to expect from her: "And I hope you know how to use chopsticks." The tape fades, and the rest of the guys throw out the perfunctory "Awwww, yeah"s and "Hooo, boy"s they're expected to make with at this point. Yeah! Chopsticks mean sex! But then, I guess from a group of ten gentlemen who are utterly used to ending every fortune cookie they've seen since they were twelve with "in bed," fetishizing even the utensils shouldn't come as that much of a surprise.