Here we are at Diner DeLuxe, four of the usual suspects and staffer Jenny who passed by our table exchanging the serviette containers and allowed herself to be sweet-talked by that silver tongued devil, Big Walt, into posing for the picture with us. (See if you can count the number of grammatical atrocities the KlatschMeister committed in that sentence. I'm not saying there were any, mind you.) Warp drive works when space squeezes a watermelon seed between its fingers. It was news to me that space has fingers but if chickens can I guess space can. Adjacent to our perch in the diner was a portable counter where Lawrence and Mary had their lunch so, of course, that idiot who takes his camera everywhere with him took a picture of it...