DRIVEY DRIVE DRIVE...
PUBLIK LIBERRY
OPEN: when you are not here
Nerva: "Dammit."
Nerva: "NOW how am I gonna find out about your owner, MYSTERIOUSLY LEFT-BEHIND PLATE & TURNIP?"
Nerva: "I KNOW I should go back ta THOMAS N' ZPRINGZIA's fer help... but I wanna.. stay out s'more."
Nerva: "Hey presto-- Perfikt!"
DINAR
DINAR: 'food we make and you eat'
Nerva: "Awesome."
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Dinar Woman: "Waaal-- hello ther, young lady! Sit anywheres, I'll be witcha shortlee."
Nerva: "Maarvy!"
SLIIIDE!
as always, the napkins stand between th' forbidden love of th' mustard for ketchup!
Nerva: "Unfortunately-- no plates sittin' out, I'll haveta wait to see if they appen ta use th' same KIND.."
Nerva: "But reeely-- a gnosh on th' run is all I want, at th' prezint."
Dinar Woman: "Sssoooo-- what can I getcha?"
fluffle
Nerva: "Uh... lemmie ask you a silly qwestion.."
Nerva: "What if I were to ask for a RAW TURNIP ONNA plate?"
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Dinar Woman: "Well- if that's REALLY all you want--"
Nerva: "Umm- of course not, uh, I was JUS' KIDDIN'!"
Nerva: "Skrodloaf n' fries, pleez!"
Dinar Woman: "You bet!"
(pen click)
Dinar Woman: "Psst! Someone askin' bout a TURNIP..."