Commotion... stampede... tables and chairs fly.... people desperately climbing over one another, trying to reach the door alive.... Boris the plant starts to wither... Buad's tea turns sour. Only a lonely DJ is happily lost in his music Kiya
Hypatia, alerted by the high pitch screams of Boris runs in covered in flour and sugar from the kitchen and grabbs the distressed plant. "come Boris, you've been named librarian over at the Royal Dragons Lair. We shall just see you installed there and you can enjoy some peace, quiet and the occasional overdue patron."
The universe is expanding -- that should ease traffic.
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