A portal suddenly opens near the entrance to the cafe and three imps come flying out to land.
Imp #222 looks around. "You know I think this is the first time I have actually been to the cafe."
Imp #1: "Aye, verily and forsooth, I believe it is mine first time too."
Imp #444: "Oh god. What's with Number one this time?" He asks.
Imp #222: "Oh he's been talking to Shakespeare at the Academy again and he's stuck in Old English mode. Just try to ignore him."
Imp #444: "Why can't he talk to Elvira at the school? At least that way we could get some decent dirty stories out of him."
"How sharper than a hound's tooth are unappreciative brothers?" Imp #1 replied.
"Look you two knuckleheads. Don't ruin this for me. I'm hoping to pick up a little chickadee here at the cafe tonight for some fun. Know what I mean?" Imp #222 tells his brother imps.
"Chickadee? Who the hell have you been talking to? W.C. Fields?" Imp 444 rolls his eyes at Imp #222. "And chickadee? That sounds rather fowl thing to do."
"Oh Gods. Not puns. Anything but puns! I always refused to go with Imp 13 to the cafe cause I feared he would...." Imp #1 starts to say.
"Pun..ish you?" Imp #222 says with a smirk.
Imp 444 facepalms and then looks around the cafe. "Where is our waitress? I'm going to need a lot of drinks to get through this night around you two I just know it."
"Perhaps we should be seated before you start complaining about lack of service." Imp 1 grumbles still upset about the bad puns.
"At least we got him out of Old English mode." Imp 222 says bumping Imp 444.