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**OnlineHost** Welcome to Restaurant Chat! |
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waiter: Your bourbon, sir. |
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tom_waits: hey thanks
hey will you bring me some corn starch |
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waiter: Um. Sure. |
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**OnlineHost** waiter has left the chatroom. |
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TOM_WAITS: so anyway, i was thinkin about doing another album soon |
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TOM_WAITS: i found an old maytag dryer from the 50s the other day, gonna throw a bunch of old shit in there and record it |
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eyeball_kid: blorrrrk |
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TOM_WAITS: a dancing ballerina jewelry box, some russian babooshka dolls, several dead toads and megaphones, myself
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eyeball_kid: BLAAaagh |
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TOM_WAITS: yeah, rain dogs 2, exactly
although i'll probably call it "old man railroad alcohol junkyard sepia sad shit old man et cetera" |
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**OnlineHost** waiter has entered the chatroom. |
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waiter: Here's your, uh, corn starch. |
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TOM_WAITS: obliged
/grabs handful of corn starch, soaks it in bourbon, rolls it into cigarette paper |
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TOM_WAITS: you have a light
nevermind
/snaps fingers |
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**OnlineHost** An oil-barrel hobo fire has magically appeared. |
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TOM_WAITS: /lights cigarette with hobo fire, takes a drag
ahhhhhhhhhhhhh |
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waiter: What? How did you |
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TOM_WAITS: eh you know, really helps give it some weight |
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waiter: Weight? |
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TOM_WAITS: weight |
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waiter: Wait! |
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TOM_WAITS: what |
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waiter: Aren't you Tom Waits? |
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TOM_WAITS: yeah |
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waiter: Didn't you just announce that you're going on tour this summer? When are you going to announce the schedule? |
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waiter: It's getting late! |
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TOM_WAITS: i'll wait |
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waiter: why |
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TOM_WAITS: because tom waits and so should you |
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waiter: what
oh
um, what would you like |
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TOM_WAITS: an enormous bucket of peanut shells and asphalt
you know, to eat |
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waiter: Oh. Well we can do that! We'll just have to get payment in advance. It'll take us a while to get it together for you. |
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TOM_WAITS: it's okay, tom waits |
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waiter: Yeah. Soooo...one check? |
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TOM_WAITS: yeah, your turn to pick up the tab |
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eyeball_kid: ghhhllalaaaackack |
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TOM_WAITS: so you want to go back to saigon then |
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eyeball_kid: blahg. |
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waiter: uh all right. I'll just get your card and signature. |
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TOM_WAITS: you know he can't sign |
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eyeball_kid: /cries right there on the dotted line |
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TOM_WAITS: /barfs into hat |
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