I'm Walter White, the waiter, at the Café Turpentine, where I wait on all the customers who come inside to dine. The restaurant's always empty for, although it's rather sad, our poor chef can't read a cookbook so his cooking's really bad. You'll find me every evening sitting twiddling my thumbs, as I hope and pray for customers but no one ever comes. It's really very lonely and the hour grows ever later as I sit and wait on customers; I'm Walter White, the waiter.
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