Doghead's Cosmic Bar

Hey leave those ravens alone.

No not the duckies on the grill! Someone save them!
The poor duckies

*has a whispered conference with raven*
What, really? All-rightie then...
*raven swoops down*
Hey! Warn me before you do thaaaaaaaaat!

EEK!! Someone hide the raven carcuses before Della comes back!!

Who would grill poor defenseless duckies and why charcoal.....mesquite gives a much better flavor??

Talking to ravens...the poor thing has gone mad

*gathers up dead ravens and forms them into a giant super-raven, other ravens keep their distance*
I wouldn't recommend trying a cannon on this pretty thing. Shrapnel does tend to cause collateral damage, and the raven herself wouldn't be harmed.

Is it just me, or is anyone else having flashbacks of Alfred Hitchcock's "The Birds?"

Thats a big birdie...


*hides under the counter*

*rides raven to where normal ravens are huddled*
Ummm, Karnoff here is fed up with the working conditions in this bar, and wants to go on strike. Who's with him?
*ravens caw, "Evermore!"*
Right, so first order of business, is, ummm, picket signs.

*coming out of bathroom*
*notices duckies squacking on the grill*
*turns charcoal into mesquite*
are we ready for a barbeque? i just love mesquite chips covered in duck. mmm...

*alternates frequencies to counteract vegetable shielding*

*searches data files for information on fighting undead ravens*

*finds nothing*

I'm going to have to consult someone who knows more about this sort of thing.

*activates holographic communication device and dials up Braeden*

I was in the middle of rattling my chains and thinking about blood, robot. This had better be good.