[ The sound Karen hears? It's a loud, angry clatter of metal dishware against linoleum, followed by— ]
Holy shit—
[ And the short doors between the kitchen and the dining area swinging open, as a young woman in a yellow coat bursts through them and out of the dark. She isn't focusing on the woman with the gun, but rather losing the terrifying tail she's picked up: three furious geese (at one point of the Canadian variety), who have made the back kitchen their home and are unimpressed to see it so disturbed.
One of them curls its neck and flaps its wings menacingly at Karen. The other two are still bellowing offended squawks and running after Nashua. ]
diner nights!
Holy shit—
[ And the short doors between the kitchen and the dining area swinging open, as a young woman in a yellow coat bursts through them and out of the dark. She isn't focusing on the woman with the gun, but rather losing the terrifying tail she's picked up: three furious geese (at one point of the Canadian variety), who have made the back kitchen their home and are unimpressed to see it so disturbed.
One of them curls its neck and flaps its wings menacingly at Karen. The other two are still bellowing offended squawks and running after Nashua. ]