Though, looking from here... you're the hard-boiled kind of guy, aren't ya?
I haven't met many folks like ya. It's interesting, I suppose.
Trailing the path of them old heroes, seeking that little knowledge they gathered... I thought that was the thing of stories, and just stories!
Well, I stand corrected! Who'd have thought? Fools are born in all eras, after all!
Well, we don't serve your kind of folk here! All you broody frown and gloomy monologues... We trying to have some cheer in here, you know?! This ain't the crying man's restaurant, so sod off!
Another hopeless soul after the Colugun...
Well, people can't say I ain't a good judge of character after all. Miss the type, hit the measure.
Out of my restaurant. I ain't asking you twice
What? You think you have the right to be here? Ha! You folks always do!
...You just want an egg?
No cooking, no seasoning, no nothing, just an egg, round and raw and rwhite? Shell and yellow yolk?
Well, go bother a fucking farmer then! Do I look like a fucking chickent to you?!
Some folks... Absurd!
But get this, old sport: This is my restaurant! It's not the King's, not the Minister's, not your mama's, mine, and what I say is law here!
Dunno what tragedy moves your feet, but I reckon it oughta move it right back out the door. Scram!