Yes! There's nothing better than sudden, unprovoked wrath from a deranged stranger, one who sees threats in the clouds and omens in the rainbows. This wrinkled old coot doesn't want to pick a fight, but goldarnit truth and virtue are at state.
The War of the Fortune cookie was a long one, a hard one. Many died, and none lost more than those near the Mongolian barbecue, between the bar and the ice cream machine at the Water Lily. A glance at this image ought to keep the memorials modest enough.
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