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Bill comes in backwards through the door carrying a gross crate of eggs. This year's Wheelsy pranksters were ambitious. It takes him a moment to realize he's wandered into Milliways, and another to realize that a change has occured.

"Ah, cah'mon! I...wait...ahctually, thees is kindah kick ahs." He says, setting down the eggs to admire his new guns. "Cuhl."

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"Ahm Ahnold." Bill answers and can't help but flex again. "He tahlks like thees. Eet gets a leetle bettah in his latah movies I think.

"He's from...uh...somewheah."

More blinking from Will,

"Aye, well I'm supposed to be meself from some movie 'bout Robin."

"Yah? Don't think ah've seen it. Hey, check out my sword." He puts the eggs down and pulls the very, very large sword out of the sheath on his back.

Will backs away a little bit but does grin, "Tis a lovely one at that, any idea 'ow to use it?"

"Mahybe?" He shrugs. It feels okay to hold the thing but he's not to sure he wants to swing it around. Someone could lose an eye that way, or a limb. "I theenk its bettah if ah don't."

"Oh aye, 'specially in a body ye dinna know."

"Right." Bill nodded. "So let's get ah drink instead. Mahbe Bar weel take these eggs ahn get reed of them. Ah don't want them."

He hasn't been around to know about the troubles with Bar and Mike yet.

Will tries to think of the best way to explain as they walk up and so points to some of the signs,

"Been a bit o'a problem with Lady Bar, Bill."

"Oh mahn, that's sucks." He frowns.

"'rhaps the rats could take 'em to the kitchen for ye."

"They are not for eating though." He says, shaking his head. "Ah'll just take em home an throw them away." Bill doesn't not want to be the cause of mass food poisoning, stink bombing of the bar or next strange epidemic of Millways.

"Oh aye, that sounds a better idea then. 'ow are ye doin', 'avena seen ye 'bout lately?"

"Good, just workin ahn stuff. Ah left aftah Suzi cahm back safe. How bout you?"

Will looks down for a bit realizing he hasn't told Bill yet,

"Um, tax got taken safely with some 'elp from some folks 'ere, 'ad my birthday party an found out Molly willna be gettin' a door back to the Bar."

"It was your birthday? I didn't know that." He frowns, "An I missed tha pahty?"

The other part he has to think on a moment, glancing at the door and then looking back at Will. "Ahm sorree Will. Ah nevah did meet her." Not that he can remember.

"Party got planner rather quickly by James an aye turned eighteen. Will be fine in time."

Will doesn't quite believe that yet but helps to say it.

"Getting out of that costume ought to help yah?" He smiles, trying to cheer Will up.

"Who all was at tha pahty?"

"Few different folks, Doc was there, was 'eld in that talkin' 'ouse named Sarah where we watched the game. Would 'ave liked to 'ave 'ad ye there but doors are strange."

"Yah. We'll have to throw anothah to make up for it." He decides.

"Ye dinna 'ave to do that, Bill."

"Nah, it will be great! With no bunnies this time." He pats Will's shoulder, perhaps a bit to strongly.

Will wobbles slightly at that, "Um thank ye, would like that."

"Great! We'll get Luz an Nathan an them. It will be fun!" And Will gets a patented excited Schwarzenegger grin.

"Aye, sure it will be an na demon bunnies."

This time his smile works a bit better, that's quite a grin, Bill now has.

"I'll let them know an we'll get it set up." Bill nods. "You can even wear the red if you wahnt." And there is smirking to go with that comment.