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milliways_bar2007-03-03 03:04 am
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Enter Lenny Inchpot, jeans, sweatshirt with "Milliways Waitstaff" emblazoned on the front.
He grabs a piece of toast from Bar and bites it while he writes up on the Specials Board.
Lenny Inchpot, Wait Staff. You got orders, I got food.
Yes, he realizes how horribly lame that sounds.
And guess what. He doesn't care. So Neener.
Anyway, after he finishes his toast with jelly and cup of cocoa, he takes to his usual pattern of wandering around aiding those that look like they need assistance.
He grabs a piece of toast from Bar and bites it while he writes up on the Specials Board.
Lenny Inchpot, Wait Staff. You got orders, I got food.
Yes, he realizes how horribly lame that sounds.
And guess what. He doesn't care. So Neener.
Anyway, after he finishes his toast with jelly and cup of cocoa, he takes to his usual pattern of wandering around aiding those that look like they need assistance.