Last Night I dreamed of Two Bros

In my dream I was walking down St. Marks for 2 slices from Two Bros. I got there and something was a bit off. The sign was exactly the same but instead of saying Two Bros it said Three Bros. I went inside and saw something terribly wrong, instead of the affable Mexicans who usually great me, it was staffed by a bunch of Indians. I asked for 2 slices and a coke, you know how much it cost? $5.50. I guess it was a nightmare.