Clawford turns back around with a napkin in his claw, his expression shifting from a smile to utter confusion as he sees the empty counter. He rubs his eyes with his pincers and looks under the table. The camera pans quickly across the empty counter space. A light breeze blows through the window, subtly shifting the remaining crumbs. Off-screen voiceover (all characters have their mouths close...
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