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...he's sitting in a corner reading a newspaper. Perhaps it's not the most exciting experience the world has ever known, but it's pretty damn lovely for a man who hasn't seen a new bit of print in some years. He's already read the "current events" for whatever world the previous occupant of the booth had been from and now he's on the funnies.

Damn. End of the universe and Dogbert's still a gas.

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"Crazy robot... delusions of..."

Now, when these two concepts were seperate,they might have been easily digestable. The two combined, however, is giving him a headache.

"Yeah, that's the Bar for you. Every time I think I have it figured out, it gets odder."

"You're telling me."

"Well, you do have to admit, I need to tell you since your version of Earth is probably in the upper third of the weird here.

"Maybe I should make a chart. Or have a contest, see who can be the weirdest."

He shakes his head.

"Don't think there's enough beer here for that, mate."

"I don't know. I've seen the Bar do some pretty wild stuff by itself. If there's a demand for beer, I think she'll meet it.

"Of course, I wouldn't want to cover the tab on that much booze." Knox fakes a wince.

"Haven't used money for years so think that answers things for me."

"Right. Hadn't thought of that.

"Then how do you pay your tab?" After all, credit cards are out.

"Quinn covers things. And any decent bar'll give you a tab anyway."

And he's not saying anything more because the man might have met Quinn, but who's to say what his ambitions were? Quinn always was something of a soft touch.

"Yeah, but they called in the tabs a few weeks ago. And I make it a point to never, ever let my tab run up. Learned that the hard way when I first learned you can run up tabs. The worst thing you can ever do if you run a bar is give a cub reporter the right to drink for a month without paying." Knox smiles, but is still embarrassed by this incident 15 years later.

"Anyway, it's been good meeting you, but I have some things I need to do." Things including trying to make heads or tails of the weirdness in and out of the bar.

He nods.

"I'll see you around for sure," he answers, friendly enough. "And trust me, I'm well aware. M'Da owned a pub before all that happened. I've seen your like."

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