They were in a semi- standoff. Only the smoke from Caterpillar’s cigarette moved, wafting about his head in clinging circles. His eyes twinkled and he stepped further into the breakroom.

“When someone asks you, a penny for your thoughts, and you put your two cents in, what happens to the other penny?” This set them into motion, at least they all looked at each other confoundedly. But, they’d been released from their stupor.

“Are you George Carlin? You look just like him, but, you’re a janitor,” Amanda stated.

Caterpillar grinned and looked at her, settling into a chair opposite Alex, next to Jessica.

He took a draw from his cigarette, “The very existence of flamethrowers proves that some time, somewhere, someone said to themselves, ‘You know, I want to set those people over there on fire, but I’m just not close enough to get the job done.’”

Carlin or not, Alex’s patience had finally grown thin. Slamming the Omni down on the table, “Alright, enough with the crazy talk. What do you want?“