As you approach the table you see that one of them is holding a cootie catcher and telling the other one's fortune.
"Apples," says the burly, bearded biker.
"A-P-L-E-S," counts out the other one. "Now pick a color."
"Actually, apples has two P's," you say.
Continue watching.
Go talk to the small man.
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