“All I know is that when the government is trying to convince you the moon is suddenly made from something that comes out of a cow, you should question it.” “It could be goat cheese,” Dave said. “Dave, I will dump your coffee onto your head, I swear to god.” Dave wiggled his mug by the handle. “I’m out of coffee.” “Then I will get you a refill and then dump it on your head.” Kathy turned her attention back to Clyde. “Omelet, extra cheese, wheat toast.” “Yes, please.”
