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disintegrates into a puddle of green goop and will never be seen again
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Hello there Donegal. How would you like to come with me to a place where they make a quite spectacular whisky?
melts the floors and millions of tiny bugs litter on the floor. They jump on tables and ruin food and run into the kitchen
Hey, Cheffy!--The crunchy bits you sprinkle on the ice cream are incoming!
Zany Zanes and Miss Chief
Donegal is paid by the hour, so you should probably just take him upstairs instead. His pimp will be looking for him soon.
Well then, I tap my staff, and a head-sized blue portal appears in the air. I put my hand through and pull out a blood bag, with a tube and needle hanging off I'll play around with his blood then. I pull Donegal's arm out and stab him with the needle. The tube begins filling with blood. Nano-pumps, brilliant things.
Shh! You Canadians, always spoiling the surprise.
Here you go. A kettle of hot water, and a selection of teas. May I recommend the orange-jasmine? It goes well with the radiation we used to super-heat the water.
Drunkndisorderly, Zombie Penguins, Zany Zanes, and Puttin on the ritz
Let me tell you something. In this bar, time has no meaning. So all you need to do is just wait a little while. See the wonderful results you receive?
walks half-drunkingly toward the counter, sits in a stumble with a loud plop
Two slices of cherry pie please, with a pint of cherry flavored vodka. I'm feeling into my special, favorite fruit today.
heaves 16oz platinum bar out of trench pocket onto the counter; causes an enormous dent
Here be yer payment, sell or scrap at your own disposal.
switches bar jukebox to a new song
Everyone here ought to like the song "When Can I See You Again?" from Wreck-It-Ralph!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gkhOc6iXN6U
*The dog enjoys some Napalm in the Morning*
Brocklandia, Zany Zanes, Consuela de la Morrela, and Puttin on the ritz
A plate of cherry pie slides in front of the customer and a sort of reddish strong alcohol tumbles out after.
Enjoy.
Brocklandia, Drunkndisorderly, and Puttin on the ritz
*The penguin brings over the pie and vodka while zombies takes away the platinum bars* Enjoy.
Brocklandia, Drunkndisorderly, and Puttin on the ritz
Ooooohh, double serving, danke!
digs into both meals right away
no no thanks i just want a tea
Brocklandia and Puttin on the ritz
Oh, time does have meaning here. It just doesn't have value.
Added to the Bar's Jukebox.
If anyone wants to drop a poem in, this is the final hours of the contest. I don't think anything's shown up so far, so if we don't get anything soon I'll just have to pick at random.
Scans the room of soon to be victims.
For any interested writers, the topic was Winter or Summer themes, but completely uncontested pieces could probably get away with whatever topic they wanted, so do with that what you will.
A contest, you say?
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