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Guud Murneeng Buys und Gurls! Um...I dun't hefe-a mooch tu sey tudey.

Tudey's Menoo Is:

Cheeseboorgers

Coorly Freees

Teter Tuts

Mecurunee Seled

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Sam gives the chef a curious look as he picks up his Cheeseboorger and Coorly Freees.

A puppet chef? This place keeps getting stranger and stranger.

Sam then sat down to eat his food and wonder if all those things that Marty was telling Al were true.

Lana comes in and sits down near Marty. "Hey, I haven't seen you in a while. How's it going?"

"Oh, Hi," Sam replied. "Um. How've you been?"

"Pretty good.Well, and Shep's back, so that pretty much makes everything better as far as I'm concerned." Lana blushes a little. "Did you have any problems with the whole singing thing this weekend?"

"Singing thing? There was a singing thing?" Sam thought to himself. "Maybe it was just a concert."

"No. I completely missed it," Sam said putting some ketchup on his boorger. "Was it any good?"

"Well, if you enjoy making a fool of yourself and saying things in song that you really had no intention of admitting out loud, then, yeah."

Lana gave him an odd look. "Are you okay? You didn't seem quite yourself in Paranormal Monday and today... I don't know, you just..."

She looked at him closely, then shook her head. "It's probably just my imagination, never mind."

"It's been a strange week. Plus Parker beat my head in so I might be a little concussed," Sam said hoping to alleviate any suspicion.

"Weirder than snow monsters and zombies attacking?" Lana replies. "And what did you do to Parker *this* time? Haven't you learned anything?"

"Apparently I stole her rabbit," Sam said in a disapproving tone. "Believe me, I've been paying for it ever since she found out."

Lana giggled. "You stole her rabbit? You must have a death wish! You're going to pay for that for a long time. Have you considered assuming a new identity?"

Edward takes some of everything, again, and finds his usual seat. He appears to be going to sleep sitting up, which may or may not have anything to do with a flurry of research at four-thirty in the morning.

Sam of course finds this very amusing and laughs more than should be appropriate for the situation Marty is in.

"Oh, I'm trying believe me."

Lana gave him another odd look and glanced over at his plate. "What did you eat today? I want to make sure I don't eat that. 'Cause, Marty, you are *really* not acting like yourself."

"Um. Just a burger and fries," Sam replied with a bit of nervousness. "Oh gee. Look at the time I've got to run to class. Nice having lunch with you!"

Walter, despite not being particularly impressed with today's selection, is also famished from his body's one day adventure with a cold. It might be a bother to feed his metabolism, but there are definite benefits.

Today he has loaded his tray with an impressive mound of food and wanders over to a seat near the window to establish the smoking section.

He props a book open in front of himself and starts multitasking reading, note taking, smoking, and shoveling food in his face.

Nadia grabbed a cheeseboorger and some coorly freees and sat down at a table not far away from Marty.

Her backpack is suspiciously damp.

Lana waved goodbye and then watched him go with a strange expression on her face. Then she picked up her tray and threw it out without eating any of it. She wasn't taking any chances here.

Pip wandered in, his millitary coat closed for a change. He grabbed some food and stood between Walter and Nadia.

Hmmm. Something going on between them. Walter looked busy, but he and Walter always sat in the smoking section.

"Do you mind?" Pip said, taking a seat with Walter. "I won't bother you, but I think they prefer it if we smokers sit together."

"I don't mind at all." said Pippi plunking down her tray.

Somewhere under all those toots and fries is a burger... maybe.

Pippi waves at Nadia from her spot over by Walter and Pip.

"Hey, um," Boone approached, slightly nervous. "Mind if I sit here?"

"Only if you don't mind sitting in the smoking section." Pippi responded patting the seat next to her.

"Which is anywhere you'll see these two scallawags." she nods in the direction of Walter and Pip.

"I don't think I've met you before. I'm Pippi. Pippi Longstocking."

She's 14, freckels, red-headed, braids that stick out, and wearing an outfit that would make Punky Brewster's eyes bug out of her head.

Nadia waves back, then pulls out a notebook and starts scribbling something in it.

Pippi looks from Nadia scribbling in her notebook to Walter scribbling in his and wonders if she's missing out on somthing...

Should she be scribbling in a notebook as well? Had there been a memo?

What was a memo anyway?

The dark-haired boy grinned, "Not at all." He responded, reaching into his pocket for cigarettes. "I hope you don't mind..."

"I'm Boone Carlyle. I think I've seen you around a few times..."

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