“Hey, MC Frisbee Rockstar!”
“Uhh..hi, Dan. What’s up, holmes?”
“Wait, what? Did you just call me a detective?”
“Yea, you’re still looking for Taylor’s card right?”
“No, it’s lost to the world of the past within a vacuum cleaner.”
“Or is it in the envelope?”
“No, nothing is in there, except left and rights, and what’s her name.”
“What about the toaster?”
“No, Nina is in there though, being all old and stuff.”
“I bet if someone was reading this dialogue that hasn’t read your other ten stories that they would be very lost as to what we are referring to.”
“Yea, and I also don’t know what number story comes after this one.”
“That’s going to be a tough one. It will just be eleven plus one though, right?”
“What?”
“Eleven plus one.”
“What is that?”
“I don’t know twelve, so, I don’t know.”
“Same, Watson.”
“So, anyway, why are we talking?”
“Oh, I just needed to waste time. Hank is bringing my five bucks, should be here any minute now, or second, could take an hour.”
“I see.”
“Well, that’s good, seeing is fun, I do enjoy a good visual.”
“I concur.”
“Don’t say that, just say agree, we’re not pretending to be scholarly snobs here, just people living in this empty reality known as ‘awake time’.”
“Makes sense.”
“Wait, I’m making sense? Damn, I’m not doing this story right then.”
“Hey, Dan! I got your five bucks!”
“I got to go, it was nice wasting time with you, very informative.”
“How was it informative?”
“I learned you have sweaty arm pits.”
“Hey, Dan!”
“I’ll be there! Got to go, try using better stuff, maybe that aerosol spray, good smelling pits is way more important than a stupid ozone layer.”
“Noted.”
Dan walks out of Blue Spaghetti’s and into the parking lot where Hank is parked with his new van, that he obtained in a story, and is paying for with Nina’s second trip money.
“Here’s your five bucks.”
“What are their names?”
