[Two young men can be found sitting in the Station, identical in appearance if not their expressions. The first is slouched back, sipping at his coffee doing his best to ignore his lookalike. The second is slumped forward, eyeing the first with a disgusted expression. When his pointed look fails to have any effect he shakes his head, speaking in a tone showing just as much disapproval as his face.]

I can't believe you're drinking that.

[Rudy One rolls his eyes, tutting irritably as he's forced to pay attention.] Will you please shut up. There's nothing wrong with it.

What do you mean there's nothing wrong with it? There is saliva in that coffee. And you're drinking it.

There is no saliva! We've been through this. This is a perfectly good cup of coffee. The only thing spoiling it is your whining.

And saliva. From a fairy. For all you know fairies could have even more germs in their mouths than humans, and believe me when I tell you humans have a lot.

[Someone please come and stop their arguing. It's only going to go around in circles.]