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were multiplying and they were after something the Pigments had. The rumor is that they are reverting to malicious means to get it.

She looked around at the patrons, feeling that not all of them were still under the control of the OLK. In fact maybe none of them were. It wasn’t twenty minutes ago when a couple of rough lookers came in asking if anyone had seen Sai. Powder told them he went to the bathroom behind the drapes. They immediately shuffled over and closed the drapes behind them and never came back.

To make things worse, one of the customers kept shouting, “Is it Friday again.” Over and over, then he would pinch his nose, take a deep breath and wait until his face was purple before starting again.

A few of the regulars stuffed the complimentary paper napkins in their ears and kept munching on their ‘Special of the Day’.

Another fellow called the chef a sadist because his baked fish came with toothpicks in its eyes. Mind you he didn’t complain about the green olives which replaced the somewhat chewier eyes.

Everything was as usual, everything but a small man wearing an Adolf Hitler mask and full army fatigues decorated with dried chilly peppers. He kept talking to his fish and every so often he would pull out a fly-swatter and smack it.

Possibly a wanna-be actor.

Friday Special
“Infinity is now! No...now!” Clops spoke as though a prophet discovering the voice of God. By the time we had finished smoking the contents of the silver box it felt as though I had lived a cats nine lives. There were moments of levitation that almost surpassed my lucid dreams. Several times Clops had to pull me back from helium land. I was focused like an OLK family home movie director, places everyone, 53 degrees light refraction, remote in hand, now action...wait a minute what am I thinking. I....

Clops interrupted my thoughts by sneezing some of his nostril hairs all over the lenses of my sunglasses. At such close range I could have mistaken them for optical nostrilatory invaders.

”Let’s get over to the Slixx,” I motioned while wiping them off on his shirt.

“Sorry about that,” he said with an absent smile.

As I opened the spring loaded door, Powder rushed over looking either concerned or gaging because of the Friday Special....maybe both.

“Can we have my regular table?” I asked.

“Hurry,” she said, hoping that nobody would notice her with us.

Of course everyones eyes strayed from their eating tasks and focused on the excitement. I heard a voice say, “Oooo, Sai....Clops.