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July 24, 1974 |
It must've been diner week during this week of July back in 1974. Calm down, sir. The more you slam your fist onto the counter and scream "
FOOD!" (what kind of food would you like?) the less likely I am to actually serve you. You are disturbing the other customer.
You don't see Veeblefester slamming his fist down on the counter and screaming "
FOOD!" Of course, I wouldn't think we'd even see Veeblefester in a slop shop diner. But, here we
are again.