"Same old, same old. Newbies trying to blow up the kitchen, people wondering if we have a fucking diet vegan menu. Because, you know, just looking at this place isn't enough to tell people they're lucky they don't walk out of here with a heart attack." John chortled a little, shaking his head. "Don't get people. I really, really don't."
He plucked lightly at the newspaper as his free hand delved in to nab a french fry, munching on it as he spoke again. "Look like anybody we know? Screaming car-thrower?"