The Bar on the corner of every regionBoard

Armed forces of acara shura wrote:

B A Z I N G A

Vodinə time.

And a "gabba gabba ho" to you too.

Prusmia wrote:

And a "get back to work" to you.

Sets aside a glass they were cleaning.

These customers, getting bossier by the minute.

Zany Zanes wrote:

These customers, getting bossier by the minute.

I agree. We should stage a revolt and throw them into the basement for the Spaghetti Monster to eat. Gosh, I hope they don't give the Monster indigestion.

Alivingmotercycle wrote:

good luck ripping me from the wall.

We have a jack-hammer, a flamethrower, ten boxes of very sharp toothpicks, an array of spatulas, and a reciprocating saw that we can use to cut out the section of sheetrock to which you're clinging. If you wanna try your luck, just say so.

Alivingmotercycle wrote:

good luck ripping me from the wall.

You do know the doors, windows, walls, and very structure of this Bar are frequently destroyed, ripped apart, dissolved, disintegrated, in a state of disrepair, and/or in the process of being renovated through all kinds of ways from the mundane to the magical, quantum physical, and the downright bizarre!

It would be better to wish you good luck in you remaining attached to the wall, or indeed that you and the wall remain both in the current state that we observe in this present moment, whatever that may be in the interdimensional congruence outside normal spacetime that the Bar is.

Looks at The Bar Maintenance Worker of Neutrality Foundation sleeping.
_{Poor guy!}

Brocklandia wrote:

I am not cleaning that up--nor the eagle poop. Oh, Consuela de la Morrela!--Get on that.

Here you go: One roasted chicken and one glass of fresh-squeezed chicken blood. Enjoy! And, uhm, try not to molt all over the place until Consuela can get the vacuum over here.

I molted a few days ago, I don't mind.

sips some chicken blood

Quite tasty, indeed.

takes a bite of the roasted chicken

I wanted a raw chicken, but this tastes good - and a bit-

Consuela de la Morrela wrote:

Sets a Roomba® loose near the Father eagle.

Agh!

spills a bit of the chicken blood

That scared me a lil'.

takes another bite of the roasted chicken

sips some of the chicken blood

flies away, also spilling the chicken blood all over the floor towards the exit

Poetry Contest

Red Rover, Red Rover, let Ratty come over!
But the rover is merely machine.
So Ratty receives no response,
And sits on his own in a little boat left on the river.

Father eagle wrote:

spills a bit of the chicken blood

Appears inside a glowing pentagram that was activated by the spilt blood...

_{YOU SUMMONED ME?}

Zany Zanes wrote:

Slides over a Klatchian coffee on the double.

How's life treating ya? Or, not-life perhaps? How's Death?

Takes the coffee.

_{OH, NOT BAD. CAN'T COMPLAIN.}

sips

Miss Chief wrote:

I'm bored!

You've come to the right place. Now we can all be bored together.

Miss Chief wrote:

Sighs heavily and flips a tea towel over their shoulder, while staring longingly towards the door. Gently caressing her energy drink, she takes a sip; wiping the counter beneath it...

I'm bored!

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