Third run, I'm back in the drab cafe. Our guys hold court here all the time, so it's no big deal. Except someone who thinks he's a big deal decides to walk into the cafe and demand he speak to a manager. Two meatheads bookend his presence. Chili comes out and asks about the problem. Big Deal is new in town, looking to meet local business owners, tells Chili he looks forward to being associates in the future. Chili is polite enough as he sends Big Deal on his way. With his two bulldogs, Big Deal walks out the front door. Chili doesn't make it back into the kitchen before the front windows shatter. Fireworks are going off in the streets while pots and pans are flying off the restaurant shelves. Tile explodes from the drywall backing. When the fireworks are over, the cafe is destroyed. I crawl out from under my table. No one is hurt. I run outside and look for disappearing brake lights. None. Even if it was Big Deal who shot up the place, he was long gone.