There would be enough time for dinner at

There would be enough time for dinner at least. He'd pay cash and a modest tip and blend in with all of the other customers. She was stunning, but in ways nobody would notice at

the Red Lobster. This kind of restaurant is stuffed with mindless slags who think a restaurant without a drive thru window is "gourmet." Their tongues had been numbed by a thing

invented by the FDA just after the turn of the century. It allowed almost anything to resemble the sweet buttery flavor of lobster. Usually they used soylent green but if

Fad for Dummy Agents didn't know soylent from solvent you ate at your own risk. The fussy agents liked greasy, slimmy, pinching lobsters but hoped to find the magic ingredient so

they all drew a random card from a deck, held hands sitting round a table and said the magic words that would reveal the magic ingredient. Gordon Ramsey, hocus pocus, top chef, eat

not at Joe's, but at Red Lobster, add some nutmeg, BAM! The incantation complete, they watched in awe as the great demon of cookery materialized before them. "What is the secret

of a good bernaise? they all wanted to know. The Great Demon of Cookery stopped swigging cooking sherry for a minute and slurred “ firsss getsabutter mmthen sumeggs, whissem inapot

"Welcome Mr.Barbee & Princess,a therapy cat." Lauer frowned. "We interrupt for a special NBC bulletin. Psychic Miss Oreo warns demons are possessing bodies of people in our studio

and Ann Curry pointed toward Lauer, opened her mouth wide and shrieked.Miss Oreo was wrong.Vines from the new pod under Lauer's desk wrapped around his legs.His screams were short.