Doghead's Cosmic Bar

What? You want yours cooked?
Hey! Black Mamba! Make with the flaming again!
*climbs in the sink for protection*

*throws a pickled egg at Valän*

Okay! -fire breath- There you go.

OK! I will now attempt, once again, to relieve you of your currency! Fork it over!

*tries to pick up a dollar bill with a fork*
This would be easier if I didn't keep catching my claws on the tines...

Hmm...Your scales would fetch me a pretty Interstellar penny! *Renders Sonora unconcious with laser*

You can sell scales!?

*defends Sonora*
Up, sword, and know thou a more horrid hent!
Perchance a word more horrid than hent...
Know thou a more horride rent!

*wakes up woozily trying to figure out where she is*
Huh? Ugh...
*rolls over and realizes she's squashed Mr. W*
Uh... is the Doc's shrink-ray still around? We're gonna run out of cockroaches pretty quick if I stay this size...

*Tosses over shrink ray* I don't do favors often......

Y-you you EVIL little thing....*Clutches head* N-no...Go away! *Flees bar*

Cool, I didn't know you could sell scales! I'll be rich!!