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So an alien walks into a bar, and tries to abduct every patron in the bar.

Luckily, it ain't this alien.

Or this bar.

THIS bar has one Gordon Shumway enter, looking around.

"Hey! Milliways! I haven't been here since my 100th birthday. ...I think I'm allowed back in by now. That felinoid race is extinct. A fact I had NOTHING TO DO WITH."

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*Tim is staring, tea cup half way to his mouth.*

No way.

"No, really. I had nothing to do with it!"

You sure?

*Tim arches a brow.*

There were reports of a guy looking like you around their planet at that time.

"It was obviously my cousin, Pretty Boy Shumway. We're often mistaken for each other."

*Tim blinks.*

Pretty-boy? you? y'sure?

"...I feel insulted."

Sounds about right.

*Tim glances to the bar.*

Buy you a cat-fillet Mr Shumway?

He glares.

"At least I tan. You have to get under the fur to see it, but it's there."

"You obviously haven't heard of Nair, then."

"I only use organic products." He eyes Joker. "Obviously, this is a lesson you were slow to pick up on."

"You're not the kind of person who gets elected to public office, are you?"

"" He grins fondly. ""

"I don't think that word means what you think it means."

"Your nobel prize will be delivered soon, I'm sure."

"You should know, albino chihuahua."

"You're sure of this?"

[ooc: Oh EM GEEEEEE! *fangirls madly*]

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