Doghead's Cosmic Bar

*pop's her head round the door, waves a clipboard in the general direction of a couple of boxes outside*
Hi, delivery of 1 feather pillow's worth of feathers & a bucket of tar. Anyone gonna sign for this stuff, I've still got a load of other deliveries to do, and my shift's almost over.

I'll sign. Yessir, I'll sign.
*to Eggroll*
"My name is Charles W. Hatchway. You have disgraced this bar. Prepare to die!*

*whistles*
*a herd of scorpions and tarantulas comes in and covers eggroll from head to toe*
*ravens dive down to finish what's left*

Those are some kinda greasy socks that eggroll is wearing.

Someones gotta get rid of thoose ravens now too, because they have been tainted by the filth of eggroll.

That's okay. Whoever doesn't come to therapy doesn't get the free alcohol More for me!

And Eggie... I'm a government spy! I'd like to see you try anything with me. I would break you in half before you could even lay a yolk on me.

Pass the tar.

Those poor ducks.

sooooooo...um...what's left of Eggroll? I've kinda lost track of him...

*Eggroll walks in* OHH MY GOD!!! Yall fell for it. that was just a boxing dummy in the form of an eggroll with socks.

There's still some tar and feathers left over.

Then why was it dancing and talking and sounding like Eggroll? No, you little fibber, it was you.

then where did i come from.
IM NOT A CLONE!!!
IM A HUMAN BEING!!!