Doghead's Cosmic Bar

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?

So...you don't want him to drink it? You just want to put it in layers around him?

ransitive verb keep supplying somebody with something: to keep supplying somebody with something, especially in an insistent way

thin layer of something: a layer, sheet, or thickness of something such as wood or a tire

Humm.. Both sound like fun!

If his best is anything like the bottle of gut-rot I had to confiscate from Brother Jerome when he turned up drunk to Vespers, I doubt I'd be able to tell you anything coherently after it!

Hard work and a vigorous regime of hair shirts and self-flagellation, that's my secret (I do the hard work, Brother Jerome sees to the mortification of the virtual flesh.)

Actually I gave up TV a couple of months ago when I read the appalling statistic that the average person watches 15 years of TV in a lifetime. And I thought how much better it would be to spend my remaining 7 1/2 training a bot. So in another 40 years, I calculate Brother Jerome will have a Development Rating of approximately one and three quarter million.