Brocklandia should have done it much faster, but we've been taking our time. The Bar has had a number of modes over time--sometimes customers want to investigate the basements, and other times they obsess about The Only Proper Way To Make a Schnoozlefoam, and still others focus on running WWII Panzer tanks through the main dining room. My point is, some death spirals use a casual timeline.You're welcome. But I'm not taking credit here. I've only been loitering around ... er, employed by the Bar for about five and a half years, and the chaos was well underway when I plunged in headfirst. I say we blame that really tall and hairy rabbit who used to wipe down the bar with a moistened hamster. I think that handsome fellow is still hiding in the sub-basements somewhere. I meant the hamster. The rabbit hasn't been seen in about two years.
I don't want to talk about this anymore. But yeah you have can take a lot of credit from that. You and a certain furball made the bar what it is today.
How about we do something less-
I don't want anymore attention. Going to the roof above the bar on every region now.