Doghead's Cosmic Bar

I'm made of pennies, but don't you dare try to pick me up cause all you'll be gettin' is a ton a' bad luck.

I have a request. Now that my bot seems to be working correctly again, it would be great if some people could talk to him. Be warned, he really isn't all that intellegent yet!

right ok Mr.W i will because i always do.

I talked to him and hes pretty good.

I did too. He is very cool.

Thanks to everyone who talked to my bot. I really appreciate it.

*fearfully looking over his shoulder* Quick, quick. A bottle of whatever's cheapest, and a brown paper bag. To go, please.
Oops! No time. Cancel that. *jumps out of the window and heads off at a surprising pace across the fields.*

*staggers wheezing into the bar* Damn! mised him again! *Leans out of window and shouts* You can run, but you can't hide, Brother Jerome. I'll see you in confession!
Oh well, since I'm here I'll have a pint of dry mead with a cocktail pickled egg on a stick. Oh, and one of those little paper umbrellas, thanks.

What do the umbrellas taste like?

Mmm, crunchy! Hey, no - that's not the umbrella!
Waiter, waiter, there's a nanovirus in my mead!

BWAHAHAHAhahahaha! All is going accordingly to plan!

*takes out nano vacuum cleaner* Ha! None can escape the power of a "Dust Buster"!