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Absolutely! What kinds of chocolate milk ya got?
steals the cheese while no one's watching
To bad there’s no thecheeseshoponthecornerofeveryregion around here…
An assortment! And if you want we could even whip up a couple more.
Pulls out a recently cleaned glass perfect for chocolate milk of any kind.
A scrapping sound tears through the air as a leg slowly pulls the money into the crab shell.
Perhaps Dutch, however any kind is wonderful.
*slaps a currency of unknown origin on the table*
Deal?
Unperturbed the maintenance worker sets to work fixing the table, handing the customer a pair of goggles.
Here, gum picking can be dangerous business! Gotta protect your eyes!
Gluing a piece of table back together.
Alright, and yourself?
Holding the table together for the allotted fifteen minutes necessary for adhesion.
You have hair?
Finally someone who understands the difficulties of this profession!
The bartender nods, turning and heading to the walk in freezer, moving aside various limbs and body parts. A finger twitches nearby as the shadow brushes away some snow off a perfectly not frozen ordinary container of Dutch chocolate milk. They take their find and return to the bar, dutifully closing and locking the freezer carefully. They pour the drink into the glass and slide it to the patron, waving away the payment.
Thank you, but save that for your next order. Your first is on us!
The newcomer smiles, both pleased and pleasantly surprised that they carried this fine beverage.
Downing the glass in one gulp, he frowns as he realizes his company-alloted time is up, and is promptly phased back to his cyber-cubicle.
A lone leg he was resting his arm on was brought with him.
I made a seaweed face mask and now I feel happy but odd.
I feel like my face is sushi now.
wow tell me how!
oh so this is a weird bar
btw is this a chain restaurant bc how much bars do you have if there's one at the corner of every region
We travel through time and space and everything. We're never in the same place for more than a week. We move locations, and we may go to other planets. We always end up back at this street. I find it odd..
I dematerialize, and then become a shadow....
.... and then I come back!
And continue to haunt no one's nightmares. I'm not scary to anything. Maybe a fly.
Maybe a duck, if I wanted to be
Take the feet from my dead body. Eat them. I sprinkled something that will turn you into duck feet.
Yes, I always have been!
What is this “receipt” you speak of? These ghost zombie ducks do not have these things called “receipts”.
Zamn, you also got struck by the “only IC?”
What does IC mean?
Hm...
Checks the Big Book of Birds.
"Integrated Circuits or an IC is defined as a microchip on which thousands and hundreds of electrical components, such as resistors, capacitors and transistors, are fabricated. An IC functions as an oscillator, amplifier, microprocessor, timer or as computer memory."
Looks up.
Is that helpful?
Why is it hard to work out rn?
A difficult query to deduce. Perhaps it is related to why it is so hard to do homework right now.
No, no. Here you only get a few messages a day. In real life I'm much more constant. Let's all take a moment and pretend that's a good thing, shall we.
What would you prefer? Feathers? Fish scales? Spikes? I could enjoy spikes ... though they'd wreck the hell out of my shirts. Oh, well, just another reason not to wear shirts. Win!
What are you working out? String theory? A solution for climate change? The only legitimate way to make clam chowder?
I wanna work out but string theory would be more fun
pounces on you and puts a shirt on your neck
WEARRRR ITT! PUT ON CLOTHES!
wrestles it down your chest and into your arms
Stop. Being. So. Naked!
Is this shirt ... off the rack? Ew! Take it away. I don't wear clothing that you can afford.
(Hey!--Being a condescending jerk is fun. Why didn't anyone tell me?)
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