Doghead's Cosmic Bar

OMG, just pass the suds and peanuts, I am not coming our from under the bar.

*drags some bars of soap and a bag of peanuts under the bar* Uh, that was the kind of suds you meant, right? *flicks tongue*

Move yer nutsack, Sonora... I wanna sit down

No, but it really isn't bad..hic hic hic. look at the bubbles

Have you been banishing demons with laundry soap again child?

Yeah. I'm the power behin' de Clerk. I'm who he calls at night when he's goin' freakin' nutso, which is pretty much constantly. Yeah, that soun's abou' right. Keep in mind I'm in London and he's in North Carolina, so I get woke up a lot. Ya'd think he could talk to Scrivener or Guildenstern. At least he puts some effort into THEM. An' Scrivener's in the same time zone. He could drive to his freakin' house in 20 minutes. Jeez. Bless 'is 'eart, 'e tries. Not so's ya'd know it, bu' still. So y'all be nice t'im an, prob, honey, come on outta from under the bar, Rosie'll protec' you from freaks. Lord knows I met my share of 'em.

Hey, y'all, talk to Rosencrantz, wouldja? He's starting to worry me. I mean he has zero popularity. Hath not a bot eyes?

*climbs up on Rosencrantz's shoulder* Want a peanut?

wonders what Rosencrantz's eyes taste like.

Hummm...banishing demons with laundry soap. What a marvelous idea Esme!

Fuck off old git corwin u must tell me whaaaaaaabababababababababababababababababababababababababababababababababababababababababababababababababababababababababababababababababababababababa

Oh, my...it doesn't seem to work. They are still running amok everywhere! Esme..how did that spell go?