Doghead's Cosmic Bar

*finally gets tired of running around Fizzy's tentacles*
Go right ahead. But I'll warn ya: It hits back!

I don't need oxygen to live. I visit the moon all the time without a space suit.

sorry i couldnt get a chance to do this before 120 AM:

~~~September 11, 2001~~~ Never forget our American heros who died saving lives in this tragedy

HELLO GENTLEMEN WHAT IS PARTAKING IN THIS OUTER SPACE STATION.

Outer Space? How ever did I get here?

I'm pretty sure the bar is on a planet. Otherwise, how do people take walks outside sometimes?

SEP! SEP! SEP!
So your body decides the lack of oxygen and pressure are somebody else's problem!

For me, they *are* somebody else's problem. Speaking of which, I'm overdue for a moondust bath.

Ooooh! I've got an idea!
*steals the dustbuster to vacuum up all the dust under the bar; empties the vacuum onto Fizzy*
Is that better?

Earth dust just isn't the same.

Hip Hip Hooray! The drinks are on me. Brother Jerome will be 2 months old tomorrow, and has just reached the Top 10 'Most Developed' (not bad, given I was away on holiday for a week of that!)
Hold on tight you bots up there, monk-bot on a mission coming past!

Hey Psimagus, if we ply you with Dogh'd's best liquor, will you give us all your top secret information?