Wukong reaches out nonchalantly for his American Fortune Cookie* and cracks it open, teasing the slip of paper inside out with thumb and forefinger.  Popping one half of the cookie into his mouth he holds the fortune to his chest as if trying to keep anyone else from seeing it, then peers at it carefully before folding it in half and tucking it into a pocket.<br/><br/>"Feh.  Same one as last week.  And the week before that!  I've got half a mind to find this..."  he frowns and produces the fortune again, this time reading the tiny print on the back that runs under the lottery numbers printed in red.  "Som Dum Gai Fortune Cookie Company of Outer Waukeegan and give them a piece of my mind."<br/><br/>He does not, however, read his fortune to the others.  That could be a good sign or a very, very bad one.<br/><br/><br/><br/>(* Pedantic footnote--fortune cookies, in China, are called<em>American</em>fortune cookies; the current version having been invented--AFAIK--in San Francisco in the 19th Century.  While in-country, we only saw them being served at restaurants that catered to tourists...but your experience might vary.)