The Soup Nazi! Bwaaah. If the roads weren’t still crusted with snow, I might drive myself out to New West and pick me up some mulligatawny. Or crab bisque. *shuffles to left* *asks for soup in expressionless voice* *avoids PDAs* *hands money to cashier* Wait!
“No bread? Everyone else got bread.”
“You want bread? Three dollars!”
“But…”
“No soup for you!”
