Bob's friends see the Apocamolypse
I gaped at him.
“What?” he asked.
“Here we all are? We’re in a friggin’ Waffle House in Charlotte by God North Carolina,” I said.
“Yeah, but before that we were on our home planet which died by fire.”
“Look, I already gave you a dollar outside and I’ve bought you breakfast I don’t see why you have to create such a bullshit story.”
“Maybe you came from another planet?”
That’s when I noticed it was starting to get really warm in there. Waffle Houses are generally pretty warm, even in the winter but I was starting to get uncomfortably hot.
“Uh oh,” he said.
Next thing I know, we’re all here. Crazy, huh?