Season 1 - Episode 04 - Scene 1: The Morning at the Diner

Let's set the scene and some expectations...

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The following show contains mature themes andlanguage that may not be appropriate for all
audiences. Please keep in mind thatthis contest intended for mature audiences only,
and listener discretion is advised. Justhold on, it's called Are you sure?
Yeah, we need to do thisas vertical. They're not. They're
not gonna like it. Well wehaven't gotten much, have we. Well

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they're not gonna like it. Itdoesn't matter if they're going to like it
or not. We had to doit. Okay, just do it.
Hello, just still ringing? Didyou dial the right number? Yeah,
dialed the correct extension. The extension. Please don't mess with it, Please
don't mess with it. Just hello, sorry, sir. Yeah, this

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is Agent D. Wilson, anagent T. Wilson, and I'm here
where the agent T. Wilson.You're both Wilson, Yes, Wilson,
no relation. We both are WillWeird are the Wilsons. It is a
common last name names door. Youare named Will Thomas. His name is
Thomas Thomas. Thomas Wilson wanted tofirst name Thomas. That's fine, I'm

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not why the did you call me? I want to be I want to
be t Wilson. Why it doesn'tmatter. I'm sorry. Why the fuck
did you call me, sir?We are just can for a status update,
a status? Yeah? What isit? What happened? Not much?
Really? No, so you calledme to say you won't answer any

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of my fucking questions. She juststarts babbling on and on any substance to
it. Yeah, I mean thereis some stuff and write that down.
Well yeah, no, what doyou mean? No, just write it
the fuck down. There's going tobe some stuff that we can use and
some stuff that would just discard.And you know that's how you build a
story. That's that's just how itgoes. Now, get a fucking done,

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Wilson's both of U, T andD and wherever the fun of the
letters come up in there, Anddon't call me unless I find out how
the fuck did she survive? Havepaused apocalyptic destruction of massive proportions? How
does she disabled the bomb? Alllead those two things mattered to me.

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Everything else is fucking bullshit. Wellthere you have it. I'll be your
fucking habit. Shut the fuck up, Thomas, get back to it.
Fucking shit. The sun began topeek over the horizon, casting its warm

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glow on the outskirts of Joeyspelle,North Carolina. That is where our story
begins, on the edge of thesmall town Suda classic diner, a relic
of old school charm and new nostalgia. It was early morning, around five
AM, and the aroma secline,bacon and freshly brewed coffee hadn't filled the

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air just yet. A diner,a humble establishment, greeted his visitors with
a no refills layout that excluded asense of familiarity. Two tables adorned the
stage, one commanding the center withthe air of importance, while the other
nestled itself confidently downstage left. Butit was the bar, proudly station of

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the heart and the scene that servedas both physical and symbolic divide, separating
the soon to be bustling kitchen situatedon the right side of the stage.
In this unassuming eatery, locals blockedfor their daily fix of coffee and sought
of the solace of the camaraderie,finding comfort in the warm embrace of a

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familiar face that populated its welcoming atmosphere. As the day started to unravel,
I made my way into the dinerthrough the back entrance with the whole ensemble.
Me, Missy, a middle agedwoman okay, with a face that
has seen a fair share of hardwork and long hours. Trust me,

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my eyes are sharp and observant,and my movements are precise. I don't
miss around, y'all. Running thisplace takes a known nonsense attitude, and
that's exactly what I bring to thetable, both as a seasoned waitress and
you know, a manager dreiling behindme was We're Sanby and Luna are two

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star waitresses who the regulars know verywell. Sunby, in her late twenties,
has a smile that can light upan entire room. Her long flowing
hair add to her friendly and approachabledive. Then there is Luna, a
bit older and exuding of confidence withevery step. Her short hair is always

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perfectly styled with colors, I mightadd, and her sharp eyes catch everything
as she attends to the customers.She's practically perfect. Both of them have
built a report with our diners,created a welcoming atmosphere that keeps folks honestly
coming back every time. Our cook, a ragged individual in his late forties,

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sauntered in shortly after you could tellthey seeing their fair share of kitchen
chaos. With a sturdy build andhens roughened from the many years of culinary
conquests. Dressed in a chef's coat, you know you gotta be ready for
the bart. The word is foodstains like badges of honor. In spite

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of me asking him to buy anew one, or we all pull them
together to buy him a new one, and he still chooses to wear this
one because he accidentally misplaced a newone. They exude an aura of culinary
mastery. Man's a genius, andthe genius does what a genius does.
The rise sparkle with the fiery ofthe art of cooking, every move in

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the kitchen a testament to their skillsand creativity, known for whipping up dishes
that left taste but tingling and thebellies craving for more. This man,
this cook, was a legend intheir own right. And last, but
not vista was Dylan, my nephew, niece them of the supple age of

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seventeen. They had a lot ontheir plate, the whole nine yards.
You know, we talked about it. Their entrance into the diner was a
bit unsteady, though hinting at aweight of some illness. With a pale
complexion and tired eyes. You couldsee the toll of taken. But despite
it all, there was a flickerof determination in their gaze. Stubborn resolved

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to work. The part of theteam. Dylan was a puzzle. Their
presence and the diner steering up curiosityand concern. Amanda Staff, but be
carried on. You know, we'veall had a long night before and still
showed up to work together. Thismotley crue formed the heart and soul of

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the Diner, each bring in theirown flare and experiences to the table,
creating an atmosphere the bust with energyand a warmth. And I missed him.
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