As Gregor and Ailsa stepped into the diner I could tell she was so not into him. I flipped open my camera phone and snapped his picture so I could use it later to correctly identify him.
Gregor worked for the other side, but he thought no one knew. In actuality he Igor McTweeter, one of the worst of the Twatterati in the state, but of course Ailsa wouldn't know that. That's why I'm here.
I've got her back, even if she didn't know it. The waitress seated them in a corner booth just across from me and as he slid in, I shot a small ice needle into his right butt cheek making him jump and bump his bony hips on the table.
By the time the waitress took their order, he had to excuse himself to use the restroom-they don't call that Ice needle shot the Volcano for nothing! As soon as he had the door closed behind him I approached Ailsa.
"You don't know me, but I know you're on the Google Team. Watch yourself, he's a double agent and one of the worst Twatterati in the state, he's probably Twatting right now while he's emptying his bowels! If you need any help, I'm right over at that table."
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