Doghead's Cosmic Bar

*snuggles with Gordon Freeman awkwardly between bar stools*

No, just wasting some time before I go to a drum lesson.



Jesus, man, do you live here or something?

I am gods exterminator. I can't die by anything. I'm am the bringer of justice.

Nope. Well, kinda. My girlfreind loves here, so I go with her. Right Donna?

Yet a fist fight with PoisonRocker ends in your defeat. Chuck Norris, step aside.

Yep. I love how drunk you get

*snuggles closer into Gordon Freeman's arm

Didn't lose. She also had tasers and weapons. And threatened my girlfreind with a knife.

Yeah... I don't think I'm the only maniac on this site anymore.

I'll explain tomorrow.

Yeah, but you came pretty close to it, and those were normal weapons. I shot you with your otherworldly shotgun, and practically cut you in half with my otherworldly blade, and that put you to SLEEP.

Anyways, welcome to the psychopath club, Mr. Gordon Freeman, twin brother-of-sorts to Gordan Freeman.

Meh; beggars can't be choosers.

I'm an archangel I guess. Sure. Whatever. I'm a member. Truce?