(OOC - nope, not from 24. I'll give a hint, see the Fan Fiction and Random Role Play sections...)
Deimos nodded and gratefully accepted the pot of coffee. He looked at Sparx and grinned. "Do you think they'd give a concealed carry permit to a dinosaur?"
Dr. Zanasiu chuckled. "Hey, when there's terrorists attacking, you don't need a permit." He then turned to Strut. "Strut, it's bad manners to go into a diner with a shotgun strapped across your back."
Strut, who was munching on some hash browns, coughed. "Sorry Doctor. I just forgot." He then stood up, and unloaded his shotgun and rested it next to where Dr. Zanasiu and Deimos kept their weapons.