The action occurs in the background, giving an eerily detached feeling to the brawl, which appears only in glimpses. Like the viewer is watching through a hole in a fence. If on the other side of that fence people were breaking chairs over each other while pitchers of boysenberry syrup rattled heavily atop lacquered wood tables.
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The Splinters of Broken Chair Omelette