(He walks in limping slightly on his right side, resplendent in a drop brim black hat with a narrow leather band, and a small Kingon pin attached to the front.)
Oh, the humanity of it all! Thirty seven drunken flamingoes standing in the street when the ambulance from the Neil Young Center whipped by here! The air is thick with pink feathers! It's enough to make a man long for the good old days of text-only browsers and Windows 286!
I brought the next barrel of Guinness. So tell me, why does that one think I should feed the drum the good stuff! I get the good stuff! The drum is a Remo with the artificial head, carbon fiber body and graphite rear rods! The pale stuff is good enough for plastic! Save the mothers milk for me!
Hey…It sure is quiet here…
Okay! Who stole the tavern?
Mikal