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The spider waits for the rest of the payment by the register, knowing it may never come.
The arachnid in the crab shell behind the register clicks.
- .... .- -. -.- ..-. ..- .-.. . -. --- ..- --. .... - --- .--. .- -.--
The spider shivers at the sensation, but clicks appreciatively all the same.
Why? What's the worst that could happen? I mean, so California and Australia have had a few bonfires. They aren't here, are they?
Actually a Bass
is it safe now... I still feel... bad... oh well, gotta leave at some point...
a rope falls from the ceiling
slides down
Hello! It's your favorite person in the world... ...not. I was charged with giving out awards for the contest, and I will do the hated loved duty.
Third place goes to Alta Sil!
I promised to give them third place. Here it is. I'm gonna give you... this Justice League sticker book.
Will tell you 1st and 2nd soon. Like give it a few hours. BRB
goes back to the beams
Zombie Penguins, A tarantula, Zany Zanes, Elite leomonade, and 2 othersConsuela de la Morrela, and Miss Chief
Ah, I see now. I should have noticed the gills and the striping along your scales.
Hence why I tipped the fish
Death was here eh?
In this case, there is still some work to do.
GIVE ME THIRD PLACE:
I submit this poem though it is Monday
For streams of fortune towards me do flow.
Competition and merit are so passé
In absence of others, my entries glow.
Third place is mine as I did pay
with an apology given quid pro quo.
GIVE ME FIRST PLACE:
First Place in sight, I shall belay
the trophy to my old Hyundai.
For hope is with me that no poems come
And displace these entries to my dismay.
GIVE ME SECOND PLACE:
I drive across to Second Place
And hug the title with warm embrace.
I stare with glee at trophies three
So Definitely toby, this I tell thee:
In your future, bribes I foresee
If all the prizes belong to me.
pokes head out of a trap door on the floor, covered in dust and webs
Sold!
You win... one pack of Green Lantern cards!
Wait, people actually leave this place??
Cleaning a glass.
In one form or another.
[Watching patrons in the bar]
Collects empty glasses and places them in the glass washer.
The shadowy bartender calms down seeing the upstart isn't vying for their job. "Collecting glasses" is much closer to "cleaning" than "bartending" and "cleaning" equals "janitor stuff".
Fixing a chair the maintenance worker tilts his head to the narration of their reasoning.
Wait. But "maintenance" has been categorized under "janitor stuff" before...oh my goddesses! Brocklandia, Consuela de la Morrela, she's trying to covertly take our jobs!
'Waitress/Barmaid' is kind of subordinate to bartender, but also assistant to janitorial staff only in minor areas, usually.
Rearranging some bottles behind the bar.
There, there. I'm sure she means no harm. No need to sick Consuela on the poor thing. Just send her back to clean Cheffy's frier if you're worried about it.
See. She just wants to be an assistant.
Yes, but mostly to sell the things they've stolen from our store room on the black market. Or ... that might just be me.
Wait. We already have three janitorial types loitering around the premises, which is more wait-staff than we have. Exactly how dirty does this place get in a day?
Agreed. We should get off our butts and unionize, stage a protest, or something. You two go plan it all, and wake me up when you've got it done.
Hush, Z. Let Miss Chief bus all the tables ze wants. We'll consider that a server-adjacent role.
study noises can be heard from the floorboards
Ponders this momentarily.
Thick-Billed Longspur and Definitely toby
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