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[bring_a_sponge]

It's hard to say when They came in through the Door. Maybe They've been there all along. For Anonymity is Their name. Silence is Their native tongue. They are no longer part of the system. They are above the system. Over it. Beyond--.

No, wait.

You know it couldn't have been that long. Zed would have gone completely mental.

So: two Men in Black, sitting at Bar drinking bourbon.

One of them is growling.

...Yes, of course, it's that one.

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[the_cupbearer]

"He does."

Not as much as Pan, but Ganymede suspects that the faun's physiology might have something to do with that. "I do not think he knows of this place; it is still a surprise to me, to find it. Do you both come in often, my lords?"

[bring_a_sponge]

"All the fucking time," Zed manages not to roar, though only barely.

K grins. "The Landlord does like to have us around, I guess."

[the_cupbearer]

"You are good company, thus far," Ganymede states. "I did not know this place had a Landlord; does he know you well?"

Sometimes, he sounds a whole lot older than he reasonably should. Now is not one of those times. He actually does sound like the almost-twenty he was. He glances at Zed, and K, and back to Zed. "I take it by your tone then, my lord, you do not enjoy having this place surprise you."

[bring_a_sponge]

K is laughing at that. Zed grimaces, then nods.

"Only because the place is a colossal pain in the ass."

"As for the Landlord, no one's ever met him. But you'll know if I ever do, because there'll be a dead fucking Landlord in the middle of the bar."