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Morning. Such a subjective thing here at the end of the Universe. But the 'sun' is up and people who slept are awake now, so that ought to count for something. From upstairs there briefly comes the pitter-patter of rhinoceros feet, and then Ray slides down the banister (or tries to) and trots into the bar proper. He immediately finds a table and

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Ray looked up as someone addressed him. Very few people in this world or any other look their best with a spoonful of Cocoa Puffs in their mouth, and he was no exception. He had to take a moment to swallow and put down the spoon before he could smile and greet the young woman properly. "Hi, ma'am," he said politely, hastily wiping his fingers on a napkin before sticking out a hand for the shaking. "I take it from the sound of your greeting that I'm not supposed to recognize you yet? My name's Ray Stantz."

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"Oh! Okay, good, that's cool." He grins and pushes his cereal away- it was more to kill time until Pete showed up than any real need for breakfast. "I'm guessing you're some kind of fan of ours? Mind if I ask if you're from a world where we're actually operating, or if you heard of us some other way, like through the local forms of entertainment?"

He says it as perfectly naturally as if he were asking 'are you from New York or New Jersey'. Apparently he's used to this.