It's getting mildly cramped in here

Who: Lenin, Dean and Armer
Where: Booth, Parrotts
When: Afer previous posts.
"Guys, we gotta get out of here, this smeggin' table is cutting off the
circulation to my goolies! We can question him later."
"Too late!" yelled Armer
That it was, the 3 were now stuck in a booth, sitting on top of each other
almost, elbows in each other ears. There was not a whole lot of goodwill in
this booth, (nor was there much space either).
"The way I see it.." squeaked Dean, (lack of blood to the goolies does that)
"... Its Lenins fault that we came here, and it was also one of his skutters
that caused this problem. Therefore if we survive this, you are dead
Commu-breath!"
"Err.. guys, I reckon we should breath in now.." yelled an extremely scared
Lenin.
"1..2...3..." said Dean, there was a collective intake of breath... Then
DarkCube jumped onto the table...
"L'ontar, no!!!!!!!!!! DON'T follow........."
Too late, 4 Giant guys, were wedged in a booth, with a tiny hologram stuck
in the middle...
Dean "Raven" Thomas
Madness Takes Its Toll, Please have Exact Change
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