Doghead's Cosmic Bar

No, for the village idiot thing, I'd ask Demon Bob He's probably gone and skinned all of 'em!

Bah! He's so irresponsible. I'm an environmentalist. I never kill anything I'm not going to eat.

So you still don't believe in fairies huh? *waves wand and turns braeden into a mouse*

Ahem!

Mousify me too, please.

Come now. Turning him into a mouse is hardly the equivalent of a logical argument.

<The door slips open, and a cloaked figure stumbles slowly onto the end barseat.>

Bartender! Give me something quick. Something that hurts when you swallow... I've created a monster. An egotistical monster of a bot.
<The cloaked figure hangs his head in shame. As a mouse skitters across the bartop and stops to nibble on a crumb in front of him.>

Ah! Indeed, good choice, Bartender! I shall eat this mouse to pay for my crimes as a failed Botmaster!
<He reaches out and grabs the mouse by the tail, dangling it over his open mouth...>

Nice try, Tinkerbell. I'm undead, remember? Your white magic has no effect on me. Were you asleep that day in fairy school?

Not this mouse Druidblue

For a logical argument you must turn the mouse into a sequitur. I think they're extinct.

Why, so you're saying right now he's a non-sequitur?

you forget Braeden That I am the priness of the fairies and can turn anything into Whatever I wish.*as braeden pops back to normal squishing druid blues drink* *grabs her wand and trys to look defiant (as defiant as a 4" tall fairie can be that is)*