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Ponders this momentarily.
Oh, joy!--Sounds like we have mice again. Idea! Hey, Zombie Ducks--Feeling hungry for brains? Our floorboards are full of mice, and each and every one of them carries around a tasty little brain ... maybe even two. Go get 'em!
skitters away after hearing the muffled words
Not today. Nope
I'm too big to be in these floors...
Looks up from cleaning a...
Hey! Mind your own beeswax!
Beeswax is ... Uhm, lemme check. Supply Room, aisle 12, bay 8, third shelf.
Um, Congrats 
Alta Sil. You get to judge the next poetry contest. Feel free to tell us if there's a theme or style you want to see.
Casually leaves the application forms for joining the Service Employees International Union (SEIU), and leaflets about their 'Justice for Janitors' campaign at the Bar...
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Service_Employees_International_Union
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Justice_for_Janitors
slams some money on the table
There ya go.
wait we have jobs here
..hey, do we have luck potions here?
Checks on the witches brew in the cauldron out back...
No, Cheffy says the 'Felix Felicis' won't be ready for another 5 months yet.
Dicerolla starts visibly shaking.
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Nope.
How about a Good Luck Charm to hold you over?
Dipping the rim of a cocktail glass in sugar, the shadow sets it aside. They add one and a half ounces bourbon whiskey, three fourths ounce limoncello, two ounces fresh lemon sour, and a few spearmint leaves, torn, into a shaker. The shaker disappears into the shadows, returning a few moments later well shaken and the drink is poured into the glass. A lemon wedge is added to the rim.
Enjoy!
Dicerolla takes one sip and starts repeatedly slamming her head(?) into the table....should probably just leave them alone for now.
The shadowy bartender looks a little put out that their hard work was overlooked but whatever. Moving on. They return to ignoring them.
That's oddly organized of us.
Reads through the leaflets. The spark of unionist passion ignites in the worker and he goes to search for a pen to sign up.
Why is there... beeswax on my hair?
Of course it is. "Beeswax" is filed between "Bees" and "Beelzebul." As for why we're organized, trust me: You don't want to get them confused. One of those is fun to have drinks with, and the other is a real pain. I'll let you decide which is which.
wipes off the beeswax in Magic Restroom in the Bar on the Corner
Have you checked for nits?
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I have....
I don't have any. That's good.
I don't know who the "fun to have drinks with" and the "real pain" is...
Oh well. I'll find out later
The shadow keeps their distance.
It's a trick question, don't overthink it.
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