Steak Night
The Swarm Cycle Universe Copyright© 2007 The Thinking Horndog Any resemblance between the content of this story or any of the characters depicted herein and real persons or events is highly unlikely and purely coincidental. “Hello, Cliff. Your usual tonight?” “Yeah.” “Lets see. You want a medium-rare flatiron steak, with either the baked potato or the veggies. We’re having broccoli tonight. You want the salad bar. Put a hold on the hot food until you tell the server and you’ll want a mix of...