I found this con story on /co/
>Dana Snyder and Dino Stamatopoulos were putting on a panel series at a convention I went to over the summer. Because he's a nice guy, Dino decided to blow his appearance fee on fried chicken for the audience. Despite his 3 vodka-per-hour average pace, he was somehow sober enough to plan ahead and split the money between two days, and he told us that he had. The second night had a much larger crowd, since word had spread that fried chicken was being handed out less than 50 feet from the concession stand selling the same thing for $10. Due to some issues he had with a lack of dark meat, he went with a different caterer, and their rates were much worse.
>With too many congoers and not enough chicken, Dana had the bright idea of forcing people to line up and beg for it. There's a handful of people that do tricks, some blatant flatterers, and a few people offering trades, so the line is moving pretty slowly. I'm spending most of the time staring at the back of a Pickle Rick cosplayer who is a few spots ahead of me in line. It's a big cheap mix of plastic and laundry hamper fabric; standard store-bought costume. When he gets up there, Dana and Dino look at him expectantly as he mumbles "I'm food so I deserve food" or something along those lines. They crack a cannibalism joke, hand him his chicken, and let him go. Unlike everyone else, who had the decency to sit around and eat their chicken while enjoying the panel, Pickle Rick walks straight out the door.
>Dino is drunk enough to take this as a personal insult, so he jumps off the stage and chases down Pickle Rick. About a minute later, he's hauling Pickle Rick back into the conference room by the arm. In the middle of the room, he starts screaming "What's wrong with you? and throwing immaculate stage punches by grabbing the side of the costume as he pulls his fist back and then punching the air pocket.
>Pickle Rick threw his chicken down and called the cops. Good panel.