M.A.: On a mission. M.A.: For some pancakes. M.A.: You?
M.G.: Trying to write but no luck M.G.: Got the music but no lyrics M.G.: Normally the lyrics come to me first but not this time.
M.A.: I know exactly what you need. M.A.: Your brain could use a break. M.A.: Let’s go grab some pancakes and search for some inspiration
M.G.: You might be on to something. M.G.: Where are we meeting at?
M.A.: [Insert place here.] M.A.: Urban Spoon is giving it good reviews. M.A.: Especially in regards to pancakes. M.A.: Unless you know of some place better.
M.G.: I’ve never been there. M.G.: Thought about it a few times when I passed by though. M.G.: Sounds like time for me to change that. M.G.: Twenty minutes?
M.A.: Someone claims they have pancakes the size of dinner plates. M.A.: That better be true. M.A.: Twenty minutes sounds good.
M.G.: If it’s not true whoever said it needs to pay. M.G.: And then we need to find a place that makes them that size. M.G.: See you soon.
M.A.: That’s what I’m saying. M.A.: Hopefully we won’t have to look any further. M.A.: See ya.