"But you have met me!" His voice was pure menace, but his culinary manipulations belied his tone as he plated up and served my breakfast of cold fresh squeezed orange juice, hot black coffee, Omelet Ala Rahm, hand rolled biscuits and wedges of melon. " Eat. Enjoy."
The Mayor waxed on, " Old Coon-eyes, Old 9.5, The Dancing Prique just cooked you an Easter Breakfast. Me. I rub elbows with Big People, Hickey. You are a @#$%ing termite!!!! A delusional know-it all who can't be grateful for all that I have done. All that I have given up - like Sleep! Yeah, this Prique made you breakfast! You got anything to say?"
" Prique," I muttered, "but one damn fine breakfast."