Andrew had spent some time in the far East studying buddhism and escaping the rat-race of soulless capitalist society. During his time there, a apecial dinner at a temple was to be announed by the sound of seven gongs. All dinner participants were to then witness the performace of a dancing panda -- a type of panda that could only do this every hundred years or so when the stars were in perfect alignment.

Young Fong was deaf but had dreamed of the day he could witness the dancing panda. Hearing the sound of the bells, Andrew rushed to the temple to take his place among the Lotus-positioned throng. Noticing that his friend Fong was absent, he pleaded with the others to send torch signals for Fong's benefit. The monks murmured and snickered, instead bringing on the dancing panda in all its glory.

I'm sure the wsop experience just brought back sad memories for Andy, seated amidst these amoral capitalist dogs