Hey guys, I drew a series of sad, freaked-out faces. Check ’em out!
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ANOUSH. Hey, guys, just wondering when you were gonna clear out_
BRUNCH. Two meals! Both alike in dignity.
ANOUSH. Oh Jesus.
BRUNCH. At fair 11am where we lay our scene.
ANOUSH. No need to talk in unison.
BRUNCH. Do you bite your scone at me, Anoush?
ANOUSH. I’m not doing this. It’s stupid.
BRUNCH. But soft (egg)! What light through yonder eggshell breaks!
BRUNCH. It is the yeast and Anoush is the sun..nnny side up.
ANOUSH. Alright, I’m outta here. Later, assholes
BRUNCH. Oh, swear not!
ANOUSH. I think you guys REALLY need get over yourselves.
BRUNCH. Fie upon thee thou frothy onion-eyed nut flax-wench!
BRUNCH. I say, Get thee gone! Thou rank, common-kissing apple-john.
ANOUSH. Sorry-sorry, not registering in the old noggin’_
BRUNCH. MEAL’S NOT OVER ‘TIL WE *SAY* IT’S OVER, SWEETHAAAHT.