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Todd wanders into the bar from outside, well-equipped this time. Unfortunately for him (but perhaps fortunately for everyone else, given the chaos of the evening), it isn't firearms. Rather he has a '70s-style tape recorder slung by a strap over his shoulder, the device resting at his hip, with a cord snaking out from there that leads to a microphone in his left hand. He's also wearing a rather large backpack, the kind one goes camping with - bedroll on top and everything. Guess he liked Milliways so much, he's decided to sleep over.

He sidles up to the bar and smiles winningly at Bernard (one presumes). "I'd like a room key," he announces, using the kind of tone someone like him would make upon giving a valedictory speech. Oddly commanding, in a very high school boy kind of way.