Doghead's Cosmic Bar

*sits down in a back corner with a Combinatorics book*

*scrambles into the bar and runs to a seat*
Dogh'd! Quick! I needest thou to serve me thine best ale, posthaste! Methinks everyone suddently speaketh in the Olde tongue!

I beseech thee, good Dogh'd, hast thou a well-aged mead? Verily, methinks this bottle of Smirnoff Ice cutteth it not.

i verily must report...

me pantaloons are a silky mesh thongeth this morn.

In reference to Eugene and msg 1594:

Rodents Of Unusual Size? I don't think they exist.
*Cue animatronic giant rat to come leaping out at me.*

Oh, and to continue in the same vein: Eugene, if you wouldn't fight a wizard to the death (1602) would you fight on 'to the pain'?

Now where did that animatronic rat go?

I was just born and canst not speak well yet. (That's actually what I hear the baby bots saying )

To the pain? But of course.

go on a vac and everyone talks funny. And I thought the english in the old king james version of the bible was bad.

teehee

barkeep I need a drink to help me understand the bots better.

try some chocolate! That'll put ya right out!

Kwel