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A giant saucer descends upon the bar and hovers above the parking lot.... as the dust settles, it's revealed to be a a Miranda-class starship. The words "USS Absolyut" are written on it.
Is there a drink I can get? I'm also looking for a battery.
We have many drinks you can get. And you're in luck--since Feoras learned how to rewire hir sex-toys for wall current, we have a surplus of batteries lately. Do you need C or D size?
Both. And a lot. I need them for my ship.
The Witness wakes up from their nap again and looks around at the suddenly packed Bar.
Ahh, visitors. And opportunities. Many, many opportunities. I'll have to set up a few things, get them right where I want them. Then profit as it passes. A nice and exotic feast.
The Witness peels themselves off their stool and kicks open a trapdoor, jumping down as it closes behind them.
You have ... some impressive physical needs.
*walks into bathroom* *walks out* Sir, why are the walls made of flesh and eyes in there.
I mean... points at parked starship
Don't hate on maple syrup, eh!
Speaking of which, could you please bring me a jupiter-sized container of maple syrup, eh? I'll tip you with a lifetime supply of doggy treats and Canadian whiskey!
Don't drink the apple juice it's a trap, eh.
Sounds aboot right, eh.
Not sure why me, a (probably, possibly, maybe not, at least partially, definitely) Cnadaidn person, would choose to settle down in this place, eh...
Don't look at me. Since Cthulhu set up residence in there, ze must have redecorated. Those world-destroying dark gods!--They're such scamps!
What? Don't tell me you came all this way just to run out of gas ... or subnuclear plasma, or whatever that jalopy runs on? I haven't fallen for that "oh, no, we're out of gas" trick since I was 17.
The Weekend Poetry Contest has ended. We await the announcement of the results from our judge, PR Megaforce.
Wait what?
The child beams and begins sipping the apple juice.
“Toxic?” He looked puzzled and shifted his purple beanie out of his eyes.
At this remark he quickly distanced himself from the beverage.
“It tasted fine though... sugary and ...apple-y...”
Hmmm
Brocklandia, Zombie Penguins, and Jehovahs witness
he spelt Candnandaina wrong he's clearly a new yorker
WOOOOF woofo wooof ooooff fooowowo wooof woofof wooof (Translation) HMMMMMMMMMMMMM life time supply of doggy treats. OR. A lot of slurping for a while...... *Gives Maple Hockey Canadia his syrup* FOR THE DOGGY TREATS.
Hehe, oops.
*puts down bone on the floor and waits for duncan to show up so I can trap and pet them*
Ja
Stille Marke
oh so were just german now
*pulls out industry hat*
WELP (but in german)
du hast angefangen
was anfängst?
ich nehme an, Sie meinen Industrialisierung in diesem Fall ist die Antwort nicht
warten, ob wir irgendwelche Regeln brechen, indem wir auf deutsch sprechen?
(translation)
wait are we breaking any rules by speaking in german?
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