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Mike returns to the bar, having changed his ever present orange Hawaiian print shirt for something a little more subdued. You know, a blue one. Draped over one arm is a flowered wreath which appears to have been made with Two-Ply Facial Tissues. In the right light one can see that it has been sprayed with glitter. Placing the wreath down on the Bar, Mike sets about crafting the specials menu for the evening's Happy Hour in script is stylized, yet tasteful.

IN MEMORIAM
Lake Water
Rubber Duckie
The Vibrator

When the wreath is finally set in a place of prominence, Mike mixes himself a Rubber Duckie, and holds it aloft.

"Ladies and Gentlemen of Milliways. The Bar is now open. Let us drink to the memory of Senior Squeakins. May he delight those whom he meets, from now until the end of all things."

He downs the drink, and turns the now empty glass over, mouth down on the Bar.

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He thinsk for a moment, trying remember what type of fuel Eddie mentioned. "He said he needed...catalysed A-1 methane. And seeing how he wants to have fuel? I think it counts as an okay. He can't exactly come inside and speak for himself."

"True enough, but I don't know where I'd come up with any type of methane...aside from offering up burritos of special."

He glances down at the Bar. "The Bar can't just come up with it?" It had worked with paper, pencils, and beer.

"Normally, yeah. But not when people are working. Then she's just sort of...well, I don't know what's she's doing. But it's not serving."

"So does that mean I should try when it isn't happy hour?"

"Yes?"

"Got it. Thanks. I think Eddie'll been even more thankful, though."

"My shift ends in like, a half hour. If you want to try the Sunny Delight route, let me know."

"I don't think he'd like that. And I don't know about you, but I try to not piss off talking planes with guns."

"Then I dare say you're missing out, my friend."

No, Mike has no idea what he's talking about....

"I get shot at enough, thanks."

"It helps to be bulletproof."

"Which I'm not, even though I wouldn't mind it. It'd come in handy."

"I know a guy you can talk to about a shell, if you're interested."

He blinks at that. "A shell?"

"Yeah, like a turtle shell. Green'd be a good color on you, I can tell."

Sheppard raises an eyebrow. "I think I carry around enough stuff when I'm working. It'd get in the way."

"Nahh, never bothered me. And at the time I carried a whole lot of stuff with me as well."

"Did your stuff include an M-16? Those things are heavier than they look."

"Oh no. No guns. Hate guns. No offense, but it's far to easy to use wrong and still kill someone."

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