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Gil dances into the bar and up to the notice board where he pins a large sheet of cardboard where he has written the following in big loopy letters:
Dear Customers and Staff of Milliways,

We are terribly terribly delighted to imform you that Bernard Mickey Wrangle - our esteemed head Barman - is now AWAKE, though not yet fit to receive scads and scads of visitors. However, tokens of affection may be passed on to him by Miss Tonks, or members of the kitchen staff.

I'm sure you would like to join us in wishing him a speedy recovery.

He has drawn a smilie faun underneath and this time he means it.

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There's a note scrawled with shiny purple ink, held in place with a few high-quality firecrackers. (They're more the sparkly kind than the destructive kind, of course.)

Bernard,

Glad you're better.

I was getting kind of worried there, for a bit.

-Death