Once upon a cold December there was talkative restaurant manager. He always greeted the guests loquaciously. His name was Peter. Peter was not a Glib. He was just the opposite! When he ordered his employees around, his charisma definitely showed. Peter always decorated with aesthetically pleasing art, but he always made sure not to make it too gaudy, and keep it idyllic. One day a crazy gentleman came in rambling in a garrulous tone, demanding all the guests to leave. Peter ran into the dining room frantically, and saw who it was and scowled with great abhor. “DARREL! We may have been friends once before… but the old times are gone! You were too superficial for your own good!” Darrel continued to mumble garrulously and ran into a polluted stream! Peter, who was in a pensive thought about delicious desserts, did not even notice Darrel running out into the river. When he noticed he was gone he sighed annoyed, “ I swear when I get my hands on him! OH! I will give him such a wreaking!” He displayed his dominance, and sprinted to the polluted stream to find Darrel. He pulled him out of the water. Peter began to ask inquisitively, “What inspired you to jump into a polluted stream!?” Darrel hissed, “SEE THIS IS WHY WE AREN’T FRIENDS ANYMORE! YOU ARE TOO PROVOCATIVE. Always insulting my integrity.. shoot.” A conditional law was signed that day, by the town, and Peter that Darrel was to be banned from the tri-state area because of his crazy actions. Darrel had to be consoled by his many relatives, until he eventually didn’t care anymore and opened his own pastry shop, but it was ephemeral. Peter turned back to his restaurant to here his customers talking volubly, he thought to himself, “Atleast I can enjoy the serenity of my restaurant. Ah.” Then he overheard a guest using euphemism to describe his world famous chicken tenders. Peter called in security and the man was vacated off the premises. Secretly, later that night Peter modified the recipe. When it was closing time and his employees got ready to leave, Peter endowed them with their paychecks, and went home. Until the next morning when Darrel would be back acting like a glib, and jumping into more polluted streams.