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Nice to see the previous poetry contest could end and a new theme could be picked while I was... busy with, um, legitimate things...
Anyways, the weekend poetry contest has begun! Feline Masters wants to see the future!
I just put the money in my pocket. You're overthinking all of this.
No. Georgia. Which is like New Jersey, but with warmer temperatures, less of that "post-industrial wasteland" vibe, more livestock, and more civil people who can openly carry their firearms while saying "Bless your heart."
Yeah, yeah. I should also know the Employee Handbook and a bunch of labor laws, but.
"So that's where my gas money has been going all this time."
"I get what you're saying. It's basically exactly the same as New Jersey, except everything about it. But aren't you being really uncharitable to your state by comparing it to New Jersey?"
"Of course you should know the Employee Handbook. It only consists of one page which says, 'I hereby give all my labor to the Bar on the Corner without any pay whatsoever.' Easy enough to remember."
"Well, I'm just travelling. Looking around. Seeing everything that the multiverse may have in store. Or, in stock."
How should I know? I never ask what the mark intended the money for before I pocket it. But if you want gas, try the chili.
You were the one who brought up New Jersey and accused me of living there. I'd have been more offended if you'd said Canada, but the point remains: Don't blame your ruin-porn fascination on me when you discuss this with your court-mandated therapist.
I seem to remember seeing that text somewhere ... Isn't it printed on the Bar's toilet paper?
I'd dash into the restroom to check, but that place is scary.
Well, feel free to stay a while. We're not all a bunch of stingy management-grouches (*glances at Kissinger-Monroe*), or dark gods (*glances at Cthulhu in the restroom*), or ... uh, whatever Zany Zanes should be classified as. Some of us are hardworking ordinary types.
(Yeah, I laughed when I referred to myself as "hardworking" too.)
If you decide to move on, we'll keep your seat--and your bar tab--waiting for your return.
Dear tender bartender Zany Zanes, would you happen to have anything rabbit-flavored? Maybe some nice roasted rabbit? As Easter draws close, I see rabbits everywhere, and I've been craving some.
Mmm. Good idea. I think it's time for a Taco Tuesday to have a hasenpfeffer special.
Was that the handbook? I thought it was the contract we signed willingly and without coercion.
Ah! Well, lucky you stopped by than! Being on the corner of every region we have quite the variety and plenty of suppliers, so feel free to peruse our wares and whatnot.
The shadows lean in to whisper to Brocklandia.
Watch out, I think it's one of those tire company people.
The bartender hums in agreement.
Of course.
The shadows pull out the remains of a roasted rabbit off an alter in disarray and set it on a plate before the hungry kitty.
Here, some Spring Equinox leftovers. Enjoy!
Mewwww, thanks!
Zany Zanes and Arghoth
The spider pats the cat
Hello, Dearie~
You have people going door to door in your neighborhood trying to sell you tires? In my neighborhood, it's Jehovah's Witnesses and people trying to sell me a new roof.
Wanna swap?
Hello spidy lady, I haven't seen you around in a while. What have you been weaving?
Thank you kindly.
A coin flicks from under my robe onto the bar. It is silver in colour, with an image of a sailing ship and the number 50 stamped into it.
Depression. I'm going to wrap the next human I see in it.
Brocklandia, Ratfink, and Feline Masters
Hello
Sounds depressing. ::::(
Thanks but I’ve already got one
Ey, can I get a pretzel and some tequila?
The only confirmed human here is probably me, and I'm not interested in that. It's too flammable.
Better yet, how about pretzel-flavored tequila?
*Deposits a glass of suspiciously pretzel-scented liquid on your table*
Drink up!
Hello, here for another drink?
The shadows set down a plate of pretzel and the bartender pours tequila for the customer.
Enjoy!
*drinks*
Hmm, this is pretty good!
Hello yourself. Take a seat wherever you like. Menus are on the table. Let's get you started with a complimentary beer while you make your selection.
*eats*
Ah, pretzels, love em!
*drinks*
Some more tequila? Sign me up!
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