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[color=#e4e5e6]"We don't need [i]normal[/i] names because we won't be talking to [i]normal[/i] people," Flick grumbled. He didn't want to socialize with any normal humans. It could only lead to trouble. After all, what did they have to offer them that they couldn't get on their own?

Flick rounded a corner and laid eyes on the source of the amazing smell: some place called Waffle House. What was a waffle? And this place looked nothing like a house. But whatever; they had food. Flick eyed the all glass front of the restaurant warily. There were several patrons inside. They would have to slip by without getting their attention. 

"Keep a low profile passing the front," He said as the lead the way towards the building. Flick shoved his hands in his pockets and walked as casually as possible to the back. Once in the trash and loading area, obscured from the road, he pulled his hands back out and made a beeline for the dumpster. They'd have to be quick; there was no telling when an employee would come out to throw out more trash. He tossed the lid of the dumpster open and grabbed a bag. 

"Everyone grab one; there's gotta be some food in here somewhere." They could drag the bags off somewhere less conspicuous to look through them.   [/color]