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           Atcockroachlevel,wecanhearthecaptiveharpistmakemusicasthetitansliftforksofbutterfliedlambchop,eachbitethesizeofawholepig,eachmouthatearingStonehengeofivory. 

           Isay,goalready. 

           Tylersays, "Ican’t." 

           Ifthesoupgetscold,they’llsenditback. 

           Thegiants,they’llsendsomethingbacktothekitchenfornoreasonatall. Theyjustwanttoseeyourunaroundfortheirmoney. Adinnerlikethis,thesebanquetparties,theyknowthetipisalreadyincludedinthebillsotheytreatyoulikedirt. Wedon’treallytakeanythingbacktothekitchen. MovethePommesParisienneandtheAspergesHollandaisearoundtheplatealittle,serveittosomeoneelse,andallofasuddenit’sfine. 

           Isay,NiagaraFalls. TheNileRiver. Inschool,weallthoughtifyouputsomebody’shandinabowlofwarmwaterwhiletheyslept,they’dwetthebed. 

           Tylersays, "Oh."Behindme,Tylersays,"Oh,yeah.Oh,I’mdoingit.Oh,yeah.Yes." 

           Pasthalf-opendoorsintheballroomsofftheservicecorridorswishgoldandblackandredskirtsastallasthegoldvelvetcurtainattheOldBroadwayTheatre. NowandagaintherearepairsofCadillacsedansinblackleatherwithshoelaceswherethewindshieldsshouldbe. Abovethecarsmoveacityofofficetowersinredcummerbunds. 

           Nottoomuch,Isay.