“Just pick
something. Anything. It doesn't matter. Come on, hurry up.”
“What do you mean
it doesn't matter?”
“You won't get
any food. There is no food.”
“Then why are you
taking our order?”
“Because this is
my table. But I'll show you something—look underneath. That's
right, it's not a table. I shouldn't even be here.”
“Should we be
sitting here?”
“Everything is a
mistake. Consensus is falling apart. Savor the terrible freedom. Sit
there as long as you'd like. Would you like a steak? I recommend the
steak. I'll write that down. Two steaks. Very good. I'm going to go
away now. I won't be back. I don't know what happens next. Maybe I'm
wrong about everything. I usually am. Goodbye.”
“Hmm. Should we
leave?”
“I say we wait.
I'm not sure how else we can get some food.”
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