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The Lady performs some complex maneuvers with her fingers. A tall glass overturns itself and then levitates to the bar top. A battle of O'Water jumps from the fridge and hops over to the glass. The lid unscrews itself and falls off with a soft plink. The water gracefully arcs into the air and gently lands in the glass, slowly filling it to the rim.
The water suddenly becomes cloudy and fractals begin to appear in the formerly transparent liquid as the top layers freeze into perfectly shaped ice cubes.
The concoction slides over to Knechting's hands.
"Since you're relatively new here, you might not have heard of the tap water's deadly properties. I advise against consuming it and so have provided you with an alternative."
Brocklandia, Lake of fur, Knechting, Zany Zanes, and 3 othersKillerian, Harteath, and Empire of re-estize
What, run down the batteries in your vibrator again? I'm in a generous mood, so I'll go get the extension cord for you. It's hooked up to that 3.2 gigawatt trunk line down the block.
Careful, Knechting. She's always helpful when she's hungry. If she mentions barbecue sauce, flavored massage oil, or other condiments, I advise running for the nearest exit.
Feoras, Lake of fur, Zany Zanes, Killerian, and 2 othersHarteath, and Empire of re-estize
I hope that a dead animal still counts for this week's Bartwork contest.
Feoras, Lake of fur, Zany Zanes, and Killerian
Feoras, Zany Zanes, Killerian, Harteath, and 1 otherEmpire of re-estize
I thought that was just Winter.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0Xj8PkP1YjI
"I can't say that I miss my old dog much
And I've never looked back since I left home long ago
But I hoped a trip into the country
Would help remind me all the things I used to know
That's what I came for
That's what I hoped for
There once was good blood in the breeze here
We rode across the lake each new year
What have I remembered
What did this used to be
The ice, it used to shine upon our river
It was a mirror that the cold dark water ran way deep beneath
And here were many years of winter drownings
I kept track of these things as they were told to me
And that's what I looked for
That's what I came for...
The changes of the year were once a blessing
Well this year they're the seasons of my discontent
But I cannot rewrite my old diaries
I can only recall all the things that came & went
But that's what I'd come for
And that's what I'd hoped for..."
And none did; I read about it on the bathroom wall.
Feoras, Killerian, and Empire of re-estize
Take it outside. The maintenance man has enough problems without having to mop up your 'magic goo'.
But have you ever fought in the back of a 1976 AMC Hornet Sportabout?
That's a challenge of the sort songs are written about.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2a_xi9WHJps
Feoras, Zany Zanes, Killerian, and Empire of re-estize
That damned wall...
It's good then. If any breach that agreement, I get their soul on a more permanent basis.
I am one of the immortals here by virtue of not quite being "alive".
I also must decline your invitation. While dueling might be a noble pursuit, it is not within my tastes and I much prefer magical research and creation over show of force.
Lake of fur, Kabravosk, Killerian, and Empire of re-estize
That is nice to know
Lake of fur, Zany Zanes, and Killerian
*Looks uncomfortable*
Um... there were some comments scribbled about that on the wall as well.
Feoras, Kabravosk, Zany Zanes, and Killerian
Speaking of which...
*Makes changes to the specials board*
Tomorrow's Soup of the Day.
Feoras, Lake of fur, Kabravosk, and Zany Zanes
The Lady smiles icily as she rubs her delicate hands together. "It looks like I might have some souls to collect then... I will go check out this 'writing' myself, since I keep hearing about it, and make my judgement about whether or not any of my contracts were breached."
The Lady sashays into the Men's room with Duchess close on her heels. After several long minutes, she emerges. Her face is bright red and her hands are clenched into fists. "BROCK! YOU DIRTY LIAR!!!"
Lake of fur, Kabravosk, and Zany Zanes
Ah, I forget if we had cleaned the graffiti off the door after the contest we had where they were the featured format.
Feoras, Zombie Penguins, Kabravosk, and Zany Zanes
And for the record, that's not me. Feoras has more sense than that.
Feoras, Lake of fur, and Zany Zanes
The weekend poetry contest has begun. This week's judge Feline Masters wants sonnets about cats.
Feoras, Brocklandia, Lake of fur, Tank commander, and 4 othersBorg shakespeare, Zany Zanes, Feline Masters, and Empire of re-estize
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