The Won-Ton Violence Take-Out Hut

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The stranger all dressed in long flowing black cape and large dark rimmed and tinted glasses, walks into this new establishment. He appears to be looking for a table in the cornor, finding none he proceeds to lower his aging anatamy onto a bar stool. he calls over the waiter and orders some scrambled eggs, hash browns, bacon, rye toast and a brewski,he then lounges back and proceeds to make notations on a stange looking pad with all kinds of blinking lights and flashing storbes. no rose bushes, no FBW, no Tribble wings.... and he contninues to write