“Coming up,” said Beard Number One, nodding to Beard Number Two, never once looking at Tallow. Together, they cut and smashed and wrapped the sandwiches in maybe twenty seconds. They’d gotten faster. Judging by the previous customer, Tallow thought word had really gotten around about the place. He imagined the pair training at night, listening to Animal Collective on repeat as they beat sandwiches into shape, racing against the same stopwatch they used to time their beard trimmings.
(As an auxillary note, how long does it take for a novel in this day and age to be completely reproduced by people typing in quotes they liked from it? (or didn’t like.) How much of, say, Harry Potter or 50 Shades of Grey has been retyped and is out there, almost query-able and known but not quite and split in a dozen places by a thousand people? Is there that one shit sentence of an inordinatly popular book that has never been retyped?)
The Committee to Nuke Elysium 