(Nope. Chuck Testa.)
Edgar sighed, putting down the book he had just finished rereading. Again.
This is paying for me and Professor Meowingtons, this is paying for me and Professor Meowingtons... He kept repeating in his head, knowing it was only a matter of time before another customer came with another idiotic question--
His phone buzzed in his pocket, prompting him to check it.
Halle-fuckin'-lujah to the nonexistant God, break time.
He got up abruptly, placed a sign on his desk notifying anyone with stupid questions who didn't know how their eyes worked that he wasn't in right now, and left the bookstore. Maybe he'd go to the library for more reading material...yeah, that was what he'd do.