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Having satisfied his cholesterol requirements for the day, Indy sighs happily and pushes the greasy plate to one side as he orders a refill for his coffee. Neglecting the clothing catalogs that Lorelai had forced into his hands before she left, he swivels round on his stool and leans back against the bar, resting his elbows on the counter and surveying the clientele for familiar faces.

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He nods along with interest.

"Sadly not. But there's always plenty of opportunity for adventure. Though I seem to miss it most of the time."

It's one of the ironies of his tenure at Milliways.

"I did do some good exploring in the basement though. There's a huge parking garage down there with all manner of vehicles. Thousands of them." He shrugs.

"So, a super hero huh? Nice work if you can find it. What kind of powers do you have... or did you have?"

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Hal makes a mental note about the basement.

"Still have ... it comes with the ring. Through force of will, I fly, survive in the depths of space and come up with creative and useful ways to fight evil through the careful use of large, glowing green objects. For example ..."

Hal raises the ring. The ring produces, in this order, a glowing green scimitar, then a glowing green whip, , then a glowing green cobra, then a glowing green object that may or may not be some kind of reliquary for holy artifacts.

"See?"

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Indy watches, shrinking back from the snake a little and then chuckling nervously. "Seen the movies as well huh?"

"Believe it or not, the Ark is actually here in the bar now. Not sure where, but it just turned up one day. Turns out that a female explorer by the name of Croft got it out of storage somehow and had been using it as a coffee table."

He rolls his eyes.

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Hal laughs, but not at the right joke.

"Movies? Nah. I've never had much of the free time to hit the multiplexes. Those were just the first few images that came to mind. Wierd, eh?

"Anyway. Coffee's gone. Nice meeting you, Dr Jones."

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"You too Hal."

He has a parting thought.

"Hey... my room mate and I are having a cocktail party next Sunday night. If you wanna come, the more the merrier. Just make sure you bring a bottle of something."