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Sep. 24th, 2009 09:37 amThe door opens on a firehouse in New York City in mid-September.
"There are tentacles in my kitchen and I did not put them there," announces Ray to no one in particular, "and frankly right now I think someone else needs to deal with them. Bar, what have you got that'll distract me from the fact that I desperately need coffee right now?"
The napkin covered in small-text snickering does not help much, but there'll at least be something to eat afterwards.
"There are tentacles in my kitchen and I did not put them there," announces Ray to no one in particular, "and frankly right now I think someone else needs to deal with them. Bar, what have you got that'll distract me from the fact that I desperately need coffee right now?"
The napkin covered in small-text snickering does not help much, but there'll at least be something to eat afterwards.
