Joe Doakes, Diner Cook

So like I was sayin', ya work at a place like this...on a busy corner in a big city...and ya see all kindsa things. An' I ain't just talkin' about good lookin' dames and rich guys, either. Hell, I was on my break one day last year when that Dr. Havoc guy tried to destroy the bankin' district with his army of robots. I was across the street, talkin' with Benny the newsboy about them bums out in Brooklyn blowin' that big game and we saw the whole deal go down, just three blocks from here! Fifteen foot tall robots just wreckin' hell outta everythin', bombs goin' off, all hell breakin' loose! It's a damn good thing them armored G-men showed up ta knock them robots inta next week.

Then there was the time that Doc Tempest...yeah, THE Doc Tempest...comes runnin' in here, asks for all my salt and fist full of bay leaves. I gives 'em to him and he tosses me a twenty dollar bill! Turns out, him and his crew was fightin' some sorta zombies one block over. Yeah, I didn't know salt and bay leaves would stop a zombie either, but hey, ya live and learn. And ya spend that extra twenty steppin' out with yer gal, right?

And hey, don't even get me started on what the night shift is like around here. I gotta start getting' my burger patties ready for the lunch rush anyway.