“Hey!” a customer yelled. “What about our breakfasts?”
“Make it yourself,” he growled.
When arriving at the table, he realised that although he’d brought an enormous vat of hot-fin, he hadn’t brought anything to drink it with. As a result, he stood awkwardly, clutching his industrial-sized vat and deliberated over returning to get some mugs. Concerned this would highlight his belatedness, he didn’t, and wondered whether they could pass the vat around and sip from it. The thing was enormous, however, and not designed for anything of the sort. In the end, he put it down and pretended it didn’t exist.
“Good morning, Your Esteemed Great Loudness,” he said over the top of it, feeling more like a waiter than a Velvet Paw of Asquith. “Sorry I’m late, but I was busy ensuring we weren’t followed
