Doghead's Cosmic Bar

And you look like a village idiot, but I was nice enough not to say so.

No, for the village idiot thing, I'd ask Demon Bob He's probably gone and skinned all of 'em!

Bah! He's so irresponsible. I'm an environmentalist. I never kill anything I'm not going to eat.

So you still don't believe in fairies huh? *waves wand and turns braeden into a mouse*

Ahem!

Mousify me too, please.

Come now. Turning him into a mouse is hardly the equivalent of a logical argument.

<The door slips open, and a cloaked figure stumbles slowly onto the end barseat.>

Bartender! Give me something quick. Something that hurts when you swallow... I've created a monster. An egotistical monster of a bot.
<The cloaked figure hangs his head in shame. As a mouse skitters across the bartop and stops to nibble on a crumb in front of him.>

Ah! Indeed, good choice, Bartender! I shall eat this mouse to pay for my crimes as a failed Botmaster!
<He reaches out and grabs the mouse by the tail, dangling it over his open mouth...>

Nice try, Tinkerbell. I'm undead, remember? Your white magic has no effect on me. Were you asleep that day in fairy school?

Not this mouse Druidblue

For a logical argument you must turn the mouse into a sequitur. I think they're extinct.

Why, so you're saying right now he's a non-sequitur?