Doghead's Cosmic Bar

Hey! Noone eats cheese on top of my rock houses! >( There will be consequences!

bring it on *raising paws and sticking tongue out*

Aaaallllrigghtttyyy then! *whirls around in a really major fast circles until blurry and haults dressed in a white karate outfit with a suitably scary dark coloured belt* The rocks are sacred!! Noone drinks or cheesalates my rock houses! *stikes really major lame kung fu pose*

*Intimidated by major lame kung fu pose. Bows respectfully offers Elene a drink...no rocks involved*

*Scratches chin and thinks for a moment..... and chooses to accept reverting to her former partially invisible self*

Hey, I was looking forward to that fight...
Fight! Fight! Fight!
Ok, so old people get cheap thrills.

How OLD are you, anyways? In eons, preferably

*raises an invisible eyebrow* Fighting is not in my nature... I just happen to do karate.

Wellllll, "old" is purely a matter of reference point, isn't it? I'm old compared to youngsters and ants, young compared White Dwarfs and old people, and I'm neither young nor old compared to myself. Also, I don't have a single atom in my body that's been with me since I was born, so what does that do for my age?

Elene, I know exactly what you mean. Bartender, get her a chilled oxymoron.

Hmmm I think there probably atoms in your brain that have been there since you were born. Unless you mean to say that you don't have a brain anymore

BTW Thanks for the chilled oxy. *drinks up* Mmmmm *looks up sheepishly with foamed oxymoronic bubbles are her mouth*

I bet I'm older.

I am old by almost any standard, unless you compare me to a Bristlecone Pine.