Cliff seizes the red-and-white-striped scarf and tugs the man’s smug face close to his own. He screams: “What are you doing with a fucking scarf like this?” The other passengers look away. The man does not change his expression—haughty, calm, cruel—but his cheeks and lips grow purple as Cliff pulls the scarf tighter. Cliff presses his nose to the man’s. “WHERE’S WALDO? WHERE’S WALDO? WHERE’S FUCKING WALDO?!” Their lips brush together a few times while Cliff rages, and flecks of his spit dapple the man’s face.
I'm going to Kuma's Too tonight! Hence I am not eating lunch. Get that burger in my belly, please.