“I'm nearly
finished with the backlog, which is such a re... what the hell?”
“Yeah, just
ignore that.”
“What are they
doing?”
“It's some sort
of performance to entertain the diners. Or so they say.”
“Is it supposed
to make sense? Am I missing something?”
“It's nonsense.”
“Why are the
photographers so happy? Why is the waiter reacting with such panic
and horror? Who's directing this show?”
“Some hack who
doesn't understand the script.”
“Um, did you
write this scene?”
“No. Yes. But
it's been butchered. What was supposed to be a commentary on modern
disenfranchisement and the commodification of images has been turned
into a stupid farce.”
“What's it
called?”
“Papa Zippi Razza
pizza paparazzi pizzazz.”
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