As the waiter moved away from them Percy scratched at his head. His focus turned to the circular napkins placed in between them. He stuck out his tongue, biting it for a moment as he counted the napkins, barely touching the ends of them. "There is 13 napkins..." his tongue returned his mouth in replace of deep breathing. He reached for the 13th napkin, ripping it in half and placing both ends back into the bin. He let out a sigh of relief as he turned his attention back to Gale. "I hear what you're saying. I like to have things a specific way too..." he looked at the rest of the napkins before pulling them out and ripping each of them in half as he talked, "But that doesn't mean we can't effect the order ourselves. If we didn't there wouldn't be an order to begin with."
The waitress returned with Percy's hamburger and Gale's space cheese cony. She stepped back at the pile of ripped napkins and turned shaking her head. "The nerve of some people..."
Percy poked at the burger, the sticky blue substance sticking to his finger as he pulled away. He took one of the napkin halves and rubbed the mess off. He then reached for the burger and took a bite. Then another. His neck shivered with each swallow, his face filled with displeasure with each bite. His hand gripped around the pile of napkins. Finally when he finished he used the remaining napkins to wipe off his hands and then his tongue. "That was disgusting... It was probably the worst thing I've ever tasted." He held his hand to his mouth, trying not to vomit. He spoke through his hand as he turned partly green. "The order was broken when my sister and I was taken. If she was simply killed I would have mourned her but.." he let out a faint burp, releasing his hand and looking at it with disgust. "But, you told me you would save her."
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