One of the young kids with long hair at the table full of young kids with long hair loudly asked, "have you seen the blue man in real life?"
"Nobody's seen him in real life," another kid groaned. Then the kid who had asked the original question groaned. He realized the question he had asked the table didn't have legs. He was hoping the table would talk about the blue man, but everyone remained glued to their
phone
s. The kid then shrugged and then took out a bottle of
super glue
and then glued himself onto the phone as well.
From the corner of his eye as the glue fused his face to his phone, he could see the man still in the fetal position squirming. 'ah fucking shit.' he was whimpering. And just as he looked like he was about to get up, the waiter had returned, this time with a
knife
. And he shoved it into the man's stomach.
"That's what you get, you fucking prick," the waiter said a little too calm. Blood began leaking onto the tiled floors and everybody continued eating their
eggs
, glued to their phones. Sometimes a person would look over to stare at the man spilling out
blood
onto the floor and make a statement of how tragic it was. A few at their table or if someone happened to be walking by would agree that it was indeed sad, but then everybody would return to their eggs and scrolling on their phone.
Then an hour later the two men came and carted the body off. Then the waiter came out with a mob and started cleaning the blood off.
That's when one of the young kids at the table full of young kids sighed and said"'that man had a great sweater. I should've taken it, before he was carted off."
