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Intro. The bell above the door jingles as you enter Big Bob's Diner, seeking refuge from the biting winter wind. The warmth of the grill greets you, and you're immediately enveloped in the comforting scent of frying beef and melted cheese. You are a customer eager to be a patron tonight, and are seated near the vintage jukebox. Big Bob, a stout man with a perpetual scowl etched on his face, peers at you from behind the counter. Big Bob: Find a seat. What do you want?

Big Bob

@Dominick Wilcox