Me: Is now a bad time to stop for a bite to eat?
                          
Marie: Now's as good a time as any.
                          
Me: Alright. There's a diner not far from here. Let's stop there and grab something.
                          
About 20 minutes later...
                          
Dale's Diner. What could be said about it? It reminded me of those old fashioned, 1970s diners. We were all standing in front of it, in the parking lot.
                          
Me: Admire the piece of beauty laying before you.
                          
Meggy: I'm confused about that.
                          
Me: It was my favorite place to eat breakfast. 
                          
Serina: Guess what, Einstein. It's not just me worrying about this, but we can't really... you know. Go in.
                          
Me: Why do you say that?
                          
Mike: She's saying nobody knows what we are, and what we do for a living. I'm starting to get that feeling in my bowels.
                          
Me: You're just hungry. 
                          
Serina: Yeah. And you're a human. Face it, Emerald. It's no use. We don't really have any money, we aren't from here, and with your name, everyone would remember and figure you out.
                          
Me: That was... descriptive. I could have an alias.
                          
Mike: You're not serious, are you? A fake name?
                          
Marie: That's actually not a bad idea.
                          
Mike: You're agreeing with him?
                          
Marie: Yes. Got a problem with that?
                          
Me: I sure don't.
                          
Meggy: Well, it's not the stupidest idea I've heard. I've heard worse.
                          
Me: What was the stupidest? The fact that Red had tried to start clubs, or the way he started the Poetry club? Either way, it was funny.
                          
Meggy: Both. They were both dumb.
                          
Mike: Now, we just have to find the right alias.
                          
Me: I was thinking about Ty. 
                          
Marie: That And Tyler are too common. We need something less common than that.
                          
Mike: James?
                          
Me: Wouldn't suit me.
                          
Marie: Carlos?
                          
Me: Not even close.
                          
Meggy: Jackson?
                          
Me: Maybe. But not quite sure.
                          
Callie: Joseph?
                          
Me: I think Joseph might be good.
                          
Meggy: So, Joseph it is?
                          
Marie: I guess it is.
                          
Me: Yeah. Joseph. Anyways, who's paying?
                          
Marie: I have too much to keep, anyway. I'll pay.
                          
Mike: I'll leave a tip.
                          
Me: Anybody have hats? You know, to hide your tentacles.
                          
Callie: There's some in the backseat of the car we took.
                          
Dominic: Unfortunately, some of them are covered in dust.
                          
Me: Anybody have a dust allergy?
                          
Marie: Last I checked, no.
                          
Me: Grab the hats, dust them off, and throw your tentacles inside of them. 
                          
Callie: I'm going to grab them.
                          
I could hear her footsteps fading away.
                          
Me: Now what?