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yo it's me from the past
I think that’s a lot of money. Think about how many lentils you could buy for that amount. You’d practically be wealthy.
You could also buy several shares of Ron’s Mineral Extraction Inc. I heard from my broker that he just bought another shovel and the stock is going to the moon.
Friday's? Really? Out of any day of the week I would not have thought it'd be Friday's. After all, the acronym goes 'TGIF' not 'OGNPNABF'.
The maintenance worker hums in thought.
I don't have much credibility to lend, but with this heads up I can try making a counter movement before Fripocalypse day hits. Something like "Satastrophe" or "Tueragedy" or "Mocopalypse", like it's mocking you, could work.
You're going to fight Grimm or all of Hell where Grimm's from? If I have to place my bets on a fight between anyone and the representation of the most inevitable conclusion, I put my money on Deaths Messenger any day.
Speaking of.
The bartender sets down a glass of Klatchian coffee before The Grimm Reaper.
Here you are, enjoy!
The bartender watches the little wooden toy with strings attached rising up into a dark abyss. It clambers by and sits on a chair and the bartender shivers.
Creepy.
Shh! Don't tell them that! You've gotta make them think it's hardly any money at all so they think they're getting a steal when they buy whatever you're selling!
You can't have Tuesday. It's well-established as "Taco Tuesday," and by international law, apocalytic events are forbidden from starting on everybody's favorite dinner day.
Isn't Monday "Karaoke Night"? You may be right--the biggest apocalyse of all may have already begun on Mondays.
A 7ft tall shoebill Stork walks into the bar, the cold breeze rushing in behind the creature.
It slowly walks toward the counter, making noises that sound scarily like WW1 machine gun fire. The mold in the bar is now tense, as the beast sits down on a stool.
It finally speaks after what seems like eons: "can j have uh.....a Bob's bourbon whiskey....uh.....and a cheeseburger?"
The bird places $12 on the table.
*The penguin steals the whiskey from Bob and places it in front of the customer while pocketing the $12 then sends out a zombie with a cheeseburger*
the bird flies out of the stool and onto the zombie, pecking it's eyes out, eats the burger, and keeps assaulting the undead foe.
The maintenance worker nods at this sage advice.
I hadn't thought of that, good catch.
From the ceiling the maintenance worker waves a broom at the bird.
Hey! Knock that off! The staff, undead or not, are not appetizers or snacks!
Unless otherwise stated.
Hi! First time?
The bartender picks up a menu and twirls it before sliding it to the walk in customer.
Let me know if anything catches your attention!
water sounds good.
Agreed, water does sound good. I especially love the sound it makes as it shatters the glass we can't serve it in and eats through the floor. Amazing noise.
The shadows set down a lead lined cup with bar water inside.
Enjoy!
Brocklandia and Alta Sil
thanks man!
Is government intervention a threat to the economy?
some century-old milk please.
Something fetid rises from the kitchen
A stench so vile
Its reach defiles
The rankest depths of Hell’s perdition
Barkeep, mercy, I implore
Please keep shut that kitchen door!
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