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Good evening all, and welcome to Milliways Happy Hour. Before I begin, let me direct everyone still suffering hangovers from last night's immensely successful lake party to the bar, where in addition to our normal specials, Pettigrew's hangover remedies will be doled out free of charge. Eh, you paid for the beer. *shrugs*

Also, someone left a pair of pink unmentionables by the lake, if you would like to claim those they'll be in the Lost And Found box with seventeen black umbrellas and Excalibur.

As I've been tinkering with the kegging system and somehow buggered something up, tonight's beers are dirt cheap -- I've got to replace the kegs before the week is out. Your lucky day, Constantine.

Tonight's specials are steak sandwiches -- well, we had some leftover steak from Reg's enthusiastic barbecuing -- and deep-fried paradoxes, as well as some lovely fish the Giant Squid left on the doorstep this morning. Very fresh. Not quite sure what sort they are, but Gil assures me they taste wonderful and probably won't turn you into anything untoward.

As a gentle reminder, please do attempt to adhere to the Code of Milliways. *points to a list on one side of the tab blackboard, which reads:*

Disembowelling, hexing, cursing, attacking, shooting, swordplay, toying with causality or the fates of mortals, brawling, and similar "professional" activities are not allowed in the bar. Please reserve such things for the Back Room. Involuntary activities such as Propheteering and dying are permitted within reason.

Remember to tip your waitbeings. *smiles and begins pre-emptively pulling pints from the taps*

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*behind Peter's explanation* Sorry. I didn't think anyone would get to close to it, it's way to hell and gone beyond where the party was.

Er. Free drinks for a bit cover it?

*waves dismissivly*
Don' worry 'bout it.
Clearly needed the practice if a tree got the jump on me.

*smirks*
Besides, now I got reason for a rematch.

Name the time and I'll sell tickets. *grins*

*laughs*
That things like a Mechanical Bull.

...

What odds would you give me?

Dunno. It's not like you can KO a tree, you know.

I'd lay high odds you'd last ten minutes; even you'd last fifteen, and two-to-one against that you'd last twenty.

*Considers*

Now, would this be before or after I disarm it?

Ah, you've been talking to Peter about the knot? Or did you think there was another way?

No I really mean disarm it. It's holding one of my sai hostage. Even used the frickin' thing against me.

Oh, after. You're allowed to get the sai back first. It's got limbs, it doesn't bleed, it doesn't need a blade.

Think it was intendin' to use the limbs and blade to make me bleed. It's pretty cunning for a tree. Gotta say, I'm impressed.

Well, that's what I mean. Blade's a bit of an unfair advantage to it when you can bleed and it can't.

Peter and I could go get it back for you if you liked.

'Sonly unfair if there's money involved. I can get it back. Just ... regroupin' is all.
Guinness for Strength.

*grins and pulls a pint of Guinness*

On the house.

Awesome.

Oh hey, quick question. There's no zim-zalla-bimming in the bar, right? Think I mighta ticked off that Wizard Chick when I threw her in the lake. Wanna make sure my shell's covered.

She threatened to make bats come outta my nose...

Yeah, though the minute you step outta the bar you're fair game. *grins*

Great. *sighs* Looks like my stealth'll be gettin' some practice too. Wonder if I can use her to distract the tree ...