. . . and someone said "No, THAT'S Clark Gable"

It was the usual crew gathered at the usual booth at Der Wafflehouse that morning. Roxy and Mason were having one of their little spats which would probably end up with Mason getting maced or shot or something. George was waxing teenaged pseudo-philosophic about the choices offered on Der Wafflehouse's menu, Kiffany was looking calmly frazzled, and Rube was just finishing up his breakfast, looking about ready to murder every single one of them.

Except possibly Kiffany. He always seemed to like Kiffany.

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