Doghead's Cosmic Bar

Well, see, there's this giant steamroller that runs on dead gerbils, and when a dragon coughs—*looks at the door in horror*
Oh no! The Feds!
*hides*

*Moves to protect Sonora* What's a Fed? Is it worse than a drunk dragon?

Nothing is worse that a Fed!

Not even a Fed up witch? *glowers*

Well, you are the BEST! Esme, I just can't think of you being the worst.

Well now, Azureon, I supposse you have a point. It's a bit chilly out. Maybe I'll have some of that medicinal cider Nanny Ogg used to make. *Reaches over to bar and finds a mug of special cider*

I have never seen cider sparkle and fizz, before.

Ooh! Fizzy!

*looks at Fizzy; looks at the cider; mutters to herself*

Waiter? There's a Schizoid in my cider.

*wonders if they charge extra for the Schizoid?

hi darlings