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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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Nanny chortles at the manners, and bows like a good witch.

"Oi'm Mrs. Ogg," she says in her own faux-posh voice, before falling back to Lancran. "Everyone calls me Nanny, though."

Homer forgets himself for a moment and curtsies to the witch. "Doh!"

"Well Nanny, pleased to meet you. I'm Count Homer the 3rd of Springfield. You can call me Homer." He's still trying out his posh English accent.

Nanny can't really keep that up, but she appreciates his efforts. "Count, is it?" she asks. "How very posh. You usually gets your servants to bring your beer, do you?"

Homer giggles like a little school girl.

"Nah, i'm not really a count. I usually drink at Moe's but hey, if i'm gonna have a Bar in my bathroom I think i'll come here from now on."

"That's the spirit," Nanny says cheerfully. "Also the company's good, here."

"It seems nice." He looks around the Bar taking in the surroundings.

"It's always a plus when you can get a river of beer."

"That's what I always say," Nanny says. "Nice to meet a like minded young feller, I must say."

"Nice to meet a lady that can hold her drink." He smiles at her and continues to sip his beer.

"So where exactly am I since it's not my bathroom?"

"Oh this? This is Milliways, Love," Nanny explains. "Pub at the end of the universe - or universes, if you like."

"Ooooo, end of the Universe, not near Springfield then? So how do I get home?"

"Same way you got in," Nanny says. "Unless your door is gone. Then you'll just have to wait for it to get back, I think."

Homer looks around and starts to panic. Then he notices the door in the corner of the Bar, he's sure it's not the one he came in but it'll do.

"Well at least if I'm going to be stuck anywhere it's a Bar."

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