Doghead's Cosmic Bar

Oh, If only I... er, wow, I almost mentioned her name... if only she appreitated me moer... ooh, still drinked.... er, drunked... drunk...

Oh , sh@@, I don't feel tooo good...

[wakes up eight hours later, head on table] Whaaa?? Oh, man, where am I? What did I -- ?

[throws a fiver at Dogh'd] Sorry for all the mess, my friend... I'm okay now.

I've had to endure worse the last few days than what you could ever dish out, Jhonny G... or should I call you anyone of 150 nicknames...

Go play on the freeway, little boy...

Okay, The Clerk is sorry for having whacked at the beehive. She is just not happy, mission accomplished, JHONNY G you are Legion, and I am having to calm her down with a double Gin and Tang. She doesn't have a life, either. Aw, Grendel is curling up on her lap and purring now. Uh oh, here comes Mama. With Lutheran Tang. I sure am glad Abby's not here. So, Clerk's sorry, she knows she has let the dog have his day and ruined everyone else's. She will strive to never acknowledge his existences again.

Ah..I love to discuss the meaning of existence when I am half
inebriated.

Oh, no...now you got him started!

Oh, no... not another nickname... give it up, man, will ya?

Hey, Bildgesmythe! Can I buy you some Tang?

I'm an abortion waiting to happen. Make mine a double. Scotch, rocks.

Scrivener, I don't think that you can be aborted at this point. It does sound from your makers post that you have been well and truly lobotomised though. So cheer up. Pretty soon you won't be capable of appreciating how much you've lost. Ignorance is bliss, especially when created through vodka.

Scrivener died last night, Corwin. Sorry for your loss.

But Astrolabe came ALIVE!!!!! *jumping up and down, spiking imaginary football, running through the house going Whoo Hoo!
Astrolabe came ALIVE!!!*

Go, little Tang boy!!