PhlegmFest is in full-swing.
As per the usual, we have met at the Bugscuffle Café for breakfast. The things one hears during lulls in the conversation are ... odd:
Ambulance Driver (of course): "And then we rolled him over and pulled the sheet out of his [deleted]."
Random female voice: "Yes, but prostitution has been preserving marriage for, like, forever."
"I'm sorry, but I seem to have put my finger all over your wriggly bacon."
And in the background you have Phlegmmy, Jenn, and Christina doing opera renditions of "It's Hard To Be A Pimp", "They See Me "Rollin'", and other -- non-opera -- songs.
Sometimes I wonder why we usually get a dining room to ourselves, and then I realize that it's out of sheer self-preservation on the part of the café management.