Doghead's Cosmic Bar

Corwin, can you pass me some meat? I want to make a barbecue with the seeker, but the shops were closed.

Uh DJ, put away that SPCA badge, please

jgjtpw, I'm afraid there's naught left but puree. This is quite an effecient blender.

And DJ, the goat had been licking at the outtake pipe that sucks all the spilled alcohol out of here while it was outside. Trust me, it didn't feel a thing. And you will find my animal slaughter permit in my upper jacket pocket, so kindly put down the taser and help me find something to mail the goat puree to Braeden.

I appreciate the sentiment, but I don't know my address. I was in Europe when they caught me...

Stay on the line we are tracing your call . . .

I think they scramble the signal or something. But I have friends on the outside who could get the goat to me. Just address the package to "Braeden IV" and leave it in a graveyard.

You mean like the graveyard out the back of Dogh'd's? Be back in a jiff . . .

What is a graveyard doing right behind a restaurant?
*looks down suspiciously at unidentifiable stir fry*

It's the convenience of imaginary geography. It means I didn't have to walk so far carrying the bucket of puree.

There was a graveyard right by the hotel in "Arsenic and Old Lace".

That doesn't make me feel any better, Eugene.

That's okay Butterfly. If you're feeling ill we can always imagine a doctor's surgery just down the road.