"Hmmm, in my few hours being here I realize that Storm is all alone doing all this slave work for us. If only I could help somehow, but who would let the rookie help out at a professionally organized tavern?"
"I guess I could take that to Nektu for you, the least I can do."
*Takes the bottle of pure alcohol and some cotton balls to bathroom*
"Whoa there, buddy. That looks pretty bad. Here, clean the wound with this."
*Hands over the alcohol and puts cotton balls on counter*
"It's from Storm, by the way."
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It's all been said. The pun, the not so funny joke, the phrase, something about oneself, the not so random picture.
"Hmmm, Cricket. Never found myself to fully appreciate that sport. I can play though, if you are missing any positions."
*Drains the last of his scotch*
"So what exactly is that music being played called?"
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It's all been said. The pun, the not so funny joke, the phrase, something about oneself, the not so random picture.
"Hey Storm, get Turmoil a plate or something. Don't want this chicken getting all over your counter now do we, hehe."
*drinks a bit from his scotch*
"The chicken's great! Which is largely the reason why Turmoil wants it so bad, haha."
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It's all been said. The pun, the not so funny joke, the phrase, something about oneself, the not so random picture.
*Creepily walks up to the counter out of nowhere and stands next to Zhar*
"Hey guys. I'm new around here, not sure what's good but I'm kinda runnin' low so I'll go with an order of "General Soul's Chicken" and "Golden sands" thanks. So what's new?"
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It's all been said. The pun, the not so funny joke, the phrase, something about oneself, the not so random picture.
So... what else is left to put here?
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"Oh YEAH!"
*Grabs for brownookies*
*Gets pricked by Macros*
"Oi, they're MINE!!"
*Takes off hat and pulls out a branch*
"FOR THE DARK SIDE!!!!"
"I think I'll just have a whiskey, thanks."
"..."
"Did I miss a party or something...?"
"I guess I could take that to Nektu for you, the least I can do."
*Takes the bottle of pure alcohol and some cotton balls to bathroom*
"Whoa there, buddy. That looks pretty bad. Here, clean the wound with this."
*Hands over the alcohol and puts cotton balls on counter*
"It's from Storm, by the way."
*Turns to infinitum*
"Hmm, that's a waste of hu... vodka. *whispers: Is that how you use it?*"
"Hmm, nice throw there."
"Aw, don't cry, I was just kidding D:"
"Wha'dya think?"
"Hm, it's not too bad I suppose."
"Your automatons were eaten by rabid rabbits, Turmobil."
*Drains the last of his scotch*
"So what exactly is that music being played called?"
*drinks a bit from his scotch*
"The chicken's great! Which is largely the reason why Turmoil wants it so bad, haha."
"Hey guys. I'm new around here, not sure what's good but I'm kinda runnin' low so I'll go with an order of "General Soul's Chicken" and "Golden sands" thanks. So what's new?"