A big fellow who is probably not as old as he looks (or acts this early on a monday) enters the MessHall, stops at the pot, fills what looks like a beaker with a handle with the rich-smelling dark brew and takes a sip.
"Man, that Murphy sure can brew a great cup of coffee."
He looks around the room. The only other ones there are Murphy, in the galley working on something that smells marvelous, and Ed, with a dust cloth polishing what looks to be a jukebox. Ed's moving kinda' slow too, savoring his first cup of Murph's java as well.
"Hey, Ed, where'd the jukebox come from?"
"T brought it in yesterday. He fiddled with it most of the afternoon before he finally got it to play. Looks like it's got a pretty wide selection of stuff on it."
"Hey, I gotta' quarter. Let's see how it sounds." "Yeah, that's it, G-42, Patsy Kline, what a silky voice."
"Patsy Kline??????!!!!! Are you kiddin'? I guess maybe you are as old as you look.
Ed heads out the door hollerin' Hey, T! When are you gonna' get some real music on this thing?
The Big Z takes a chair near the jukebox, puts his feet up on the table, takes another sip of that great coffee, and waits for the others to come draggin' in.
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