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[doh-nutlover.livejournal.com]

The door to the Bar swings open, there's nothing unusual about this except for the fat, bald guy in his underpants that walks through it.

Homer glances around the Bar suspiciously while scratching his butt.

"Marge...When did we have Bar put into the bathroom?"

He looks over his shoulder waiting for Marge's reply but there's only a wall there now.  He shrugs his shoulders and heads towards the Bar.

"Bartender?  Anyone serving here?"  He scratches his ass again and waits to see if a Bartender appears.

(OOC:  Homer Simpson in da Bar.  Come on people you know you've always wanted to play with Homer!)

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[joye-of-snackes.livejournal.com]

"It's one of those magic bar thingies," explains the woman - in black, with a tall pointed hat - who ambles up next to him with a friendly grin. "You just say what you wants and it gives it to you."

[doh-nutlover.livejournal.com]

"Magic?!"

Homers brain immediately kicked into overdrive when he heard the word magic.

Behind the Bar stand a magician, not unlike Dumbledore from Harry Potter. Faeries flutter around while an endless river of Beer flows along the middle of the Bar.

"Mmmmmm, river of beer" siad in a soft tone while drool is running down his chin.

[joye-of-snackes.livejournal.com]

Perhaps not the wisest thing to say in front of a magic bar with a strange sense of humour.

Nanny doens't mind of course. She just pulls out a flask from under her skirts and holds it out to catch some of the beer that's now flowing out of the surface of the wood. Luckily, excess beer disappears as it gets further down the Bar, but there's still enough for the witch to fill up her flask happily.

"That's it," she says.

[doh-nutlover.livejournal.com]

An excited little yelp escapes Homer before he plunges his lips into the icy cold beer. He slurps for a few minutes before having to stop for air.

"Stupid lungs" He shakes his fist in the direction of his lungs and then grins at the continuing river of beer.

He turns to the woman standing behind him. "Is this heaven?"

[joye-of-snackes.livejournal.com]

"Not by my takin' of the word," says Nanny, who's far too ladylike to drink directly from the river, gulping happily instead from the flask that she fills up regularly.

"On account of how I ain't dead. I'm sure I would of noticed that."

[doh-nutlover.livejournal.com]

"Hmmmm" Homer eyes her suspiciously and then turns back to the Bar.

"So you can get anything you ask for?" he asks glancing back over his shoulder at her.

[joye-of-snackes.livejournal.com]

"Seems like," Nanny says cheerfully. "I ain't seen anyone ask for something they ain't got, yet."

Nanny herself has yet to ask for

anything

. People get her stuff.

[doh-nutlover.livejournal.com]

"Wow!" A look of childlike wonderment fills up Homers face as he stares in awe at the Bar.

"You know what would go really well with a river of beer? A tree of doughnuts."

A few seconds after he says it a small tree begins to sprout from the Bar and lo and behold it brings forth doughnuts.

[joye-of-snackes.livejournal.com]

Nanny peers at the tree for a second. Particularly one of the doughnuts, which she proceeds to pluck curiously and take an experimental bit of.

"'Ere, these buns are a bit sticky, in't they?"

[http://users.livejournal.com/_jack_oneill/]

Jack O'Neill doesn't squeal because Jack O'Neill is a very dignified general, not a little girl.

"You're kidding me, right?"

He's sitting at the Bar in base uniform with a glass of Jack Daniels on the rocks ... and he's trying not to squeal.

[doh-nutlover.livejournal.com]

Homer stands at the Bar awaiting service and paying no attention to anything at all.

[http://users.livejournal.com/_jack_oneill/]

Jack puts his glass down and pinches himself on the hand in the meantime, says, "Ow," and decides he's not just fallen asleep at his desk listening to Daniel ramble about something.

He clears his throat and calls to Homer, "You wanna say 'please'. Magic bar -- just ask it for beer and say 'please'."

[doh-nutlover.livejournal.com]

Homer looks over in the direction of the voice and notices Jack sitting with his beer.

"Beer PLEASE!"

A nice cold beer appears in front of him.

"Wow, how'd it do that?"

[http://users.livejournal.com/_jack_oneill/]

"Magic," Jack says, deadpan, and raises his glass in a toast.

"This your first time here, huh?"

[doh-nutlover.livejournal.com]

"Ummm, yeah I guess it is. I thought it was my bathroom but I must've taken a wrong turn somewhere."

[http://users.livejournal.com/_jack_oneill/]

"End of the universe sneaks up on you like that. Welcome to Milliways."

Jack puts his glass down and leans over, reaching out a hand.

"Jack O'Neill."

[doh-nutlover.livejournal.com]

"Homer Simpson."

He shakes the offered hand while eyeing up the recently unguarded beer.

[the-h-star-r.livejournal.com]

Wouldja look at that? Another beer-drinkin' baldy.

Homestar's pretty much just woken up. The cinnamon 5 o'clock shadow on his face helps the comparison between him and Simpson.

"Heya there, undapants. You wanna The Bar?"

[doh-nutlover.livejournal.com]

"What the crap are you?!"

Homers not so good with the subtlety.

[the-h-star-r.livejournal.com]

Luckily, Homestar just takes that as a normaly way of saying, "Who are you?"

"An athlete. And a runner. A Homestar Runner."

[doh-nutlover.livejournal.com]

"uh-huh...."

There's not really much else Homer can say. He's still staring trying to figure out if he's dreaming or if this is for real.

[the-h-star-r.livejournal.com]

Homestar licks off some of the cinnamon on his lip.

"The Bar, gimme a plate of breakfast-type foodstuffs and whatever this guy here," he nods to Homer, "that looks like Pom Pom wants."

Ask and The Bar giveth. The plate has bacon, scrambled eggs, toast, a chocolate donut, and coffee.

Truly a droolworthy breakfast.

[doh-nutlover.livejournal.com]

"Mmmmmmmmmm, breakalicious"

He does drool and the fact that the strange little thing has acquired food for him means that Homer is putting aside all his suspicions and questions.

"That's great, thanks."

[the-h-star-r.livejournal.com]

The only thing one should suspect about Homestar is that he really is that dumb.

"No problem, Pom Pom-esque Fella."

He's always happy to share breakfast with a new person.

"So you always look like this?"

Indicating the tight, White brand underdrawers.

[doh-nutlover.livejournal.com]

"Ummmm.... I guess I ot a little lost on my way to the bathroom."

Homer looks down at his underpants and wonders how exactly he could have missed his bathroom.