Come on in. Make yourself at home. I'll be right. Oh, ha ha ha ha. It's you. And not a moment too soon that that was just about to order something to eat. There's a diner not too far up the road from here that makes a mean rhubarb

pie. They ran out of photocopies, so the owner dropped off a menu right off one of the tables

for me to pass along to you. They went ahead and made a reservation under your name about an hour

from now.

So you might as well stay a while.

I'll give you the heads up on a few things before you, uh, head over there.

This one's called.

There is a customer.

None of us are allowed to serve.

Before we begin, I want to point out some of the customers whose names have been etched in brass on this beautiful plaque I had made above the front desk.

These are some of the members of the inner circle of the Antiquarium. We go by the Obsidian Covenant.

Recent initiates include Jessica Hoffman,

Vicky,

Amela Brownstein,

Heath Dyer,

Kirsten Bombard,

High Strange TV,

Goblin King the Farnpire,

Garrett,

and they call me Daddy.

Mr. Tony,

we are ever appreciative of your devotion to the order.

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