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"I can't reach the dial!" Leo shouted over the frantic trumpets. He was currently pinned behind a massive delivery of bluefin tuna.

Leo, the head chef, stared at the sound system. He had accidentally hit a setting labeled "Hyper-Drive," and now Harry Styles’ "Music for a Sushi Restaurant" was blaring through the dining room at 2x speed. The brass section sounded like a caffeinated swarm of bees, and Harry’s scatting was a blur of high-velocity "scubidoos." harry_styles_music_for_a_sushi_restaurant_sped_up

She started tapping her foot. Then her hand. Then she was drumming on the mahogany table with her chopsticks. "I can't reach the dial

They weren't walking; they were power-sliding. Drinks were being refilled before the ice had even settled. He had accidentally hit a setting labeled "Hyper-Drive,"

An elderly couple in Booth 4, who usually split a miso soup in silence, were now engaged in a high-speed thumb war, their heads bobbing in perfect, twitchy unison to the manic bassline.