~Sophie's Canaria Cafe~

[Malaclypse 666]

Sophie flew into the Cafe at just under light-speed, relatively speaking. If a Fnordette had had ears, and if smoke could spew out of them, you'd have a good indication of Sophie's present "binary state"...

*Buncha damn drunk high-brow primates up there at Reggie's. I love em dearly, but they're all freeloaders! Oh yeah, they'll come down to ol' Port Canaria for free drinks and munchies, but they won't come to MY place to spend a stinkin' ounce of Flax!*

A slight whiff of ozone could actually be smelled in the air, as Sophie's processers kicked into overdrive.

*Norman! Get your lazy butt out from behind that bar, bozo. They're ain't gonna be a bar come tomorrow. I run a Bakery, not a booze hall! I make pies, not drunks!

*By tomorrow, I want that bar and booze outta here. The sign outside says "Sophie's Cafe", got it? I wanna see tables out on the sidewalk! I wanna see a menu with sandwiches and salads and stuff that doesn't make primates stupid! If you're not up to the job, you can hand in your apron!*

While Norman was a relatively fast primate, he only reached one tenth of light speed as he raced to do his boss's bidding, and keep his job.

//Open to all. Free Shaking Mountain Dark Roast coffee with every order. The Mgt.

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