Post by Leon Silverblood on Mar 6, 2007 10:47:57 GMT -5
Leon shouts back, sounding preoccupied, and a little winded:
"Sorry!" A pause..."Hey, You have Paris Hilton on here? You have strange taste putting her in with the likes of Led Zeppelin!"
The grill sizzles and an odor of ground something-or-other fills the air, even as pots, pans, and various utensils are heard clattering and krabong-ing to the floor.
Murray's something-on-a-bun appears presently, two thick slices of not-terribly-fresh tomato on top of light green, somehow crispy, lettuce, with a slab of brown and pink meat underneath. The sandwich appears a little rushed, but not poorly made. It definitely looks like someone was distracted or in a rush when they slapped it together, and it only has ketchup on it if Val, the barkeep, remembered to add it when Leon slid the old plate into reach of the doorway, and ValJohns arm slipped through to take it. All in all, the sandwich doesn't look bad, it just doesn't look like a priority.
"Sorry!" A pause..."Hey, You have Paris Hilton on here? You have strange taste putting her in with the likes of Led Zeppelin!"
The grill sizzles and an odor of ground something-or-other fills the air, even as pots, pans, and various utensils are heard clattering and krabong-ing to the floor.
Murray's something-on-a-bun appears presently, two thick slices of not-terribly-fresh tomato on top of light green, somehow crispy, lettuce, with a slab of brown and pink meat underneath. The sandwich appears a little rushed, but not poorly made. It definitely looks like someone was distracted or in a rush when they slapped it together, and it only has ketchup on it if Val, the barkeep, remembered to add it when Leon slid the old plate into reach of the doorway, and ValJohns arm slipped through to take it. All in all, the sandwich doesn't look bad, it just doesn't look like a priority.
