Nostradamus was leaning against a pillar, people-watching and feeling very cool. As usual, this was a delusion. Suddenly, who should approach but Kingspawn. We had a brief Schiavo, shiavoed a little Schiavo, asked about his Schiavo and he said it was Schiavoing schiavo schiavo. As he left, however, he said something immortally funny, and it was delivered absolutely dead-pan (this followed a lull in the Schiavo, in which Schiavo hadn't been Schiavoed for like ten Schiavos):
Kinspawn: Yeah, well, I really got to go. I'm starving. My feeding tube has been out for six or seven hours now. I got to get a cheese-steak. Bye.