Meanwhile, back at the diner, the heated, tinfoil-enveloped conversation was reaching a point similar to, coincidently, heated tinfoil.
"LISTEN YOU! I'M THE ONLY ONE HERE WITH A JOB!"
"AT A STORE THAT'S BEEN DEMOLISHED, WALLY!"
"WHATEVER! I STILL DON'T SEE WHY -HE'S- THE LEADER!"
"Well," said Ronald, "I'm the only one with any experience in this sort of thing... unless you count running and panicking as experience..."
"AS A MATTER OF FACT, I -DO- COUNT THAT AS..."
Amber, who had just come on shift in time to hear the debate, cleared her throat.
"Ahem, excuse me... But I have a few requests, a few questions, and a few demands. Which would you like first?"
"...AS..." Wally stalled, his brain doing its best to shift gears as it took in what could only be immediately described as Heaven, chewing gum.
"The demands seem like the most logical to start with." Ronald said, motioning her to continue.
"AS..." Wally seconded.
"Well, I'd rather start with something else."
"As." Wally prompted.
"He means pick one" Steve offered.
"As." Wally nodded, remembering to blink.
"Well, first off, are you guys for real? I mean, like, what's with bleedin'-shirtless over here? And like, are you some kind of swamp-alien, or are you just covered in like, puke or something?
"A veto to the swamp alien, and, unfortunately, also to the or-something." Ronald sighed. "And this chap's being chased by a Tentacled Space Rhino, of whom I believe to be an intergalactic bounty hunter."
"Cool." She answered, rather unpredictably.
"I'm Dave." Wally offered.
"Ignore him for now, toots, he's obviously distracted by your heavenly looks and ample bosom." Ronald offered. "So what's your request then?"
"Well, like, ummm, I was thinkin' that maybe you could like... y'know..."
"..." Ronald said, rather loudly.
"... could like...
help me remember the words to that song they play on that Disney ride?"
Wally suddenly snapped out of his fog.
Being the assistant manager of a Video Store before making his big move to Wal-Mart had finally paid off in the chick department. (While granted, this had little to do with videos, it did have something to do with the annoying co-worker he'd had, who'd sang these sorts of songs incessantly)
"It's a small world?" He clarified, suppressing a shudder.
"That's the one." She confirmed.
Wally paused and did his best to look suave, "I think the title is also the lyrics... girlfriend…" Wally's inner suave smacked him on the backsides of his eyeballs.
"That's it?" She asked incredulously, nonplussed by Wally's rattling balls of eye.
"There might be some unnecessary repetition in there... but yes."
"Such as?"
"It's a small... SMALL world, for example."
"So that's it."
"That's it. It's a small world after all, repeat, repeat, repeat, and occasionally repeat small more than once." Wally remarked, noting that his inner suave seemed to be diggin' the conversation.
"So... it's a small world..."
"After all." Wally finished her sentence with a glint in his eye and some food in his teeth. Their eyes met. The kitchen exploded.
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