"Phlurk you, phlurk you, and oh yes....phlurk All of you".
"Sir, you can't use that word in here, there are children and 'ahem', ladies present".
"Pardon me! But phlurk you and your ladies, phlurk the world and phlurk everybody".
"Sir, we are going to have to ask you to leave, please, we'd rather not call the cops".
"Phlurk the cops. I want the food I ordered".
Everyone in the restaurant had paused with food halfway to their faces, women were covering the ears of their children, and men were getting ready to expect the worse.
The disgruntled customer angrily reached inside his soiled aging jacket. Everyone gasped audibly and simultaneously, some dived under the table. The restaurant staff ducked behind counters while others who were serving rushed to protect the customers, getting ready to usher them to safety. (RIGHT)!!!!!!!!!
The disgruntled man laughed raucously, guffawing and coughing for his efforts.
"What the phlurk are you all doing. I ain't phlurking planning to harm anybody. I just want some food". He scattered a few coins on the counter.
"That's not enough to pay for the food sir, I'm sorry".
The police siren blared loudly to a stop outside. They surrounded the restaurant. From the back door, two cops crept silently in.
"Turn around slowly with your phlurking hands up". They ordered.
"What the phlurk. Can't a guy get some food in peace"?
"Officer, I will pay for his food". A mother offered.
Kindness and food had saved the day.
PHLURKING LUCKY!!!!!!!!!!!
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Novel Allen
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