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*Wanders in from the kitchen, looking slightly wary and a little hung-over; turning back to the kitchen as he goes* Thanks, Gil...
Good evening, all; let me welcome you to Milliways Happy Hour; Gil informs me that we have snackish food on the menu tonight; mixed nuts, chips for those that would like them, the ubiquitous fried paradoxes, fresh fruit, and assorted other goodies you can request from the bar.
Drink specials tonight are on the Mexican theme -- margaritas, tequila mixed drinks, and tequila shots, which I would hope should be safe enough given it's a Tuesday night -- try not to overindulge, everyone.
Door and Tom, if I could bend your ear a minute...Crowley too if you're around...
Good evening, all; let me welcome you to Milliways Happy Hour; Gil informs me that we have snackish food on the menu tonight; mixed nuts, chips for those that would like them, the ubiquitous fried paradoxes, fresh fruit, and assorted other goodies you can request from the bar.
Drink specials tonight are on the Mexican theme -- margaritas, tequila mixed drinks, and tequila shots, which I would hope should be safe enough given it's a Tuesday night -- try not to overindulge, everyone.
Door and Tom, if I could bend your ear a minute...Crowley too if you're around...
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In no dark box we lie, and not alone.
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And I will live forever with gracious
Food and better company.
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although a flute, thus blown, could fit the task.
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deaths and their doers meet, and bow, and smile.
If I knew not that 'twere the Author's guile,
and not your own, that killed us, smiles would change,
my lord.
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But good my lord, to see you here,
is an unexpected pleasure, I must say.
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You both? Still side by side, I see.
But do not think I will accept the blame
For your deaths, lads. You brought that on yourselves.
*Has seen Ophelia. He finishes his omelette, glares at Rosencrantz and Guildenstern, tosses his napkin on his plate, and heads over to her.*