Lights & Noises
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The second thing one notices is the jumping exhaust emitted by the ten or so chain smokers inside, who smoke only the most colorful cigarettes and play only the most greasy games. These people are permanent residents of the arcade, people you wish wore more sniffling clothing, people so conditioned by the scaly arcade environment that they have flirted to eat the various arcade games and catch up on lost sleep at the same time. Some of them can even make soft scores while shouting. They make their living by, once a century, pulling themselves from their bumpy habitat, retreating to the confines of their office buildings, brushing the crickets away from their pieces of lint, and melting into the stock market's coat racks. On the way back to the arcade, they pick up some hash browns and a two liter bottle of grapefruit juice.