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	Albrecht and Clarissa were well into their lunches when shit hit the fan.

	Something like pitiful bickering broke the tranquility of the restaurant. They were up, they were down, a plate clattered loudly. They talked fast like chickens in a pen, and they transgressed upon the law and order of the establishment just within their arguments. Together, that deeply conservative man and staunch liberal broad poured the fuel for a great fire all over the floor. The clamor was not contagious, but the noise it generated was piercing over the drone of the television sets as if they were being ripped from the walls and silenced. Clarissa's eyes were wide with surprise, her hands paused in the air with the sandwich caught between her deft fingertips. She, amidst the chaos, asked Mr. Hart the question herself, "What the hell is going on over there?"

	But Albrecht too was at a loss for words. His countenance was blank and thoughtless for a few moments as he pieced the scene together. Then after the realization dawned on him, each word that was thrown across the room caused Albrecht more stress. The more the angry debaters embattled themselves, the more Albrecht felt the urge in his heart to mediate. Who else would? A few faces appeared ready to intervene, but they instead left the restaurant to avoid confrontation. The others that still sat tried in earnest to ignore the terrible awful, that was building in one corner of the shop and filling the room like a pungent, toxic gas. [i]The world is indeed a weird place[/i], Albrecht thought.

	Their gas, Albrecht's flame, all [i]great[/i] ingredients for quite the scene. "I'm gonna see what I can do." His feet shuffled to the counter in a matter of seconds, but he showed reluctance as he approached. He doubted his ability to act, and Albrecht wasn't sure if he was equipped to resolve the issue. A little more encouragement from the fiasco was all he needed, and it came.

	[b][i]"STOP!"[/i][/b] Albrecht's voice roared above those of others as he lashed out. He had to muster a bit of control to avoid seriously injuring anyone. "You!" He forced himself in between them and used as much strength as he could to pry them apart. When they were separated, Hart confronted the man and pressed his fingers to the man's chest in a very aggressive and scolding manner. "What the [i]hell[/i] do you think you're doing, causing a scene like this in a [i]restaurant[/i] of all places? If you've got enough gumption to tout what a reasoned adult you are, you've got enough [i]reason[/i]," Albrecht said scaldingly, derision dripping into his voice, "to be the 'bigger adult' and not act like this!" He shoved the man back with his palm and turned to the girl, whom he gave the same treatment. "And don't think that you're in the clear, either! If he's a conspiracy theorist, InfoWars, Breitbart, or what have you, you ought to know that he and his kind can't be reasoned with!" Albrecht's face was red, and his heart was pounding with rage. Talking like that really made his temper fly off the handle.