The Bar at the End of the Universe

If anyone ever thought that baby-proofing a house is hard, they should try adding a curious six inch prehensile nose into the equation. Nevertheless, the mini elephant safety work in Suite 134 is finally completed, and Mike and Indy accomplished it all by themselves.

Of course, when we say that Mike and Indy did it, we mean that Indy started off in the role of knowledgeable foreman, having read the pertinent parts of the books Eska had given them, and that the pair of room mates found themselves working on and off for two additional days than had first been planned. Stampy also received an unwitting education in the colorful world of creative cursing.

Finally, Indy ended up doing his share of the manual labor and a fair bit of Mike's as well. It's not that Mike didn't want to show willingness, but Indy just hadn't taken Mike's attention span into account when he embarked upon the project.

So it's with a vaguely triumphant air that Indiana Jones arrives in the bar this evening. Any distant weariness can be attributed to the toils of the past few days. Probably.

He looks over the menu and orders up the biggest, greasiest burger that the fryer can produce, picks up a choice array of fixings from the cart and settles in at a table with his food and a refreshing pint of Hefeweizen.