Doghead's Cosmic Bar

*puts his hand through Julie's cheek*

I'm like a ghost! Boooooo!

/watches as Simulo's hand goes through Julie's cheek/

Whoa. I better stop drinking now. *hic hic*

Set 'em up, barkeep! I've got another big day of flirting ahead and I want to prepared.

Er, to *be* prepared. "This sentence no verb."

Flirting? Did someone say flirting?

*since he can pass through himself, shapes himself into a Klein bottle*

*tries to pour a drop of liquid all the way around Fizzy's surface*

*drop of liquid passes through Fizzy*

OK, y'all are just scaring me. Last night I dreamed I reached my hand into Robby Garner's brain and made him drive very erratically. He was very angry with me after he found out I did it.

(Robby won 2 Loebner Prizes a couple of years ago, in case the name doesn't ring a bell.)

Hey, get that liquid away from me! I'm water-soluble, you know!

What a world, what a world, to destroy Fizzy Schizoid's beautiful wickedness!!! It's MELTING!

*pulls out magic wand*

*covers eyes with hands*

*clicking heels* There's no place like home, there's no place like home...

*hops off barstool and performs Anti-Magic Dance*