The Bar on the corner of every regionBoard

Zany Zanes wrote:

No, I think they'll skin you alive for that actually.

Drats. Alright then, let's see some haikus in honor of our recent anniversary, the subject should be celebratory in nature.

Mm...croissant!

The shadows snag some savoury sweets.

Welcome back!

Thank you, Dear~
Have a good one.
Now... Where is Brocky ;;;p

The Janitor of the Bar on the Corner wrote:

"I would be interested in the pay raise and the title, but without having to do any cleaning. Is this okay?"

A pay rise would require some pay to start with; off of which to base the increase. You ever saw a paycheck?

The Janitor of the Bar on the Corner wrote:

"That's a bit much, wouldn't you agree?"

Zany Zanes wrote:

The bartender shrugs in a "Well what can you do?" sort of way.

That's management for you.

Yep, pretty much.

hey guys

will be here for a bit, because ATG wouldn't stop being such a nerd

Arghoth wrote:

I'm quite hungry, do you have anything not lethal?

Well, I work here now, can I suggest the Fried Pickles?

Vordoslavia wrote:

Well, I work here now, can I suggest the Fried Pickles?

Um, who said that you work here now?

Alta Sil wrote:

Said he, “I work here”
Before being eaten whole
By the fried pickles

Yet, as we have recently learned, the fried pickles are not, in fact, lethal…

I am writing these poems
From inside a lion pickle,
And it's rather dark in here.
So please excuse the handwriting
Which may not be too clear.
But this afternoon by the lion's cage pickle jar
I'm afraid I got too near.
And I'm writing these lines
From inside a lion pickle,
And it's rather dark in here.

I need some DOnk-Cola

Vordoslavia wrote:

I refuse to serve you anything

not from u

Vordoslavia wrote:

I don't care

I have the right to refuse anyone I want to not serve

You don't even work here, man.

Kissinger-Monroe wrote:

You don't even work here, man.

I honestly just assumed if you join the region you automatically work here lol

Vordoslavia wrote:

hey guys

will be here for a bit, because ATG wouldn't stop being such a nerd

If you're looking to hide from nerds here of all places, I'm afraid I have some bad news.

Arghoth wrote:

I'm quite hungry, do you have anything not lethal?

Depends. Did you fill out your species requirement survey and obligatory waver slash release from responsibility?

Vordoslavia wrote:

Well, I work here now, can I suggest the Fried Pickles?

Is that so?

Alta Sil wrote:

Said he, “I work here”
Before being eaten whole
By the fried pickles

Ooh, little early but I like the energy you're bringing to this poetry contest.

Pyhdon wrote:

I need some DOnk-Cola

A fizzy glass of flat soda is sat beside the customer.

Here you are! Freshly squeezed straight from the donkey!

Vordoslavia wrote:

I refuse to serve you anything

Hm...might want to work on that cheery accommodating customer service we at the bar are so well known for. Unless you've got personal beef with them, in which case, might I suggest taking this to the Butcher on the corner of every region?

Kissinger-Monroe wrote:

You don't even work here, man.

Jezebel wrote:

This simply makes them even more justified in their refusal to work.

These are both very valid points.

Vordoslavia wrote:

I honestly just assumed if you join the region you automatically work here lol

Nah, you don't even have to live at the bar actually for that to happen. Be careful what you sign around here, never know what you might sign off on: your life, your fortune, a ten year locked in contract for a set pay adjusted each year for inflation. Literally, no idea.

While I'm here, might as well get something
Can I get a tall glass of zany zane's zuper zpecial zerum

Jezebel wrote:

Yet, as we have recently learned, the fried pickles are not, in fact, lethal…

I am writing these poems
From inside a lion pickle,
And it's rather dark in here.
So please excuse the handwriting
Which may not be too clear.
But this afternoon by the lion's cage pickle jar
I'm afraid I got too near.
And I'm writing these lines
From inside a lion pickle,
And it's rather dark in here.

And so for three days and long nights three
Vordo had laid in the lowly pickle
So raised he his harrowed howl
“Cthulhu curse my fortune fickle!
Deliver me from brined perdition
For my soul I submit to judgement by thee:
Wicked was I in disposition
So sorrowfully I sit in this acrid sea.
‘Ph'nglui mglw'nafh Cthulhu R'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn’
May his menacing majesty have mercy upon me
Cthulhu, praise be, render me free
And boundless worship ye shall receive!”

And so like Jonah from the fabled whale
Vordo was vomited by vinegared gale
And veneration was vested unto the vexed god
In that caustic temple in the restroom stall,
For to thine eminence
Patrons pay deference:
Thou Lord of the Bar, thou Lord of All.