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Please don't do that. *wipes bar*
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Fine. *fires a random pistol shot through the roof* *hits OP in the ass*
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...how'd you know he was on the roof? *wipes bar* *repairs ceiling*
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OP has a penchant for shooting Desticles while he's on the roof. Waved to him as I walked in.
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Ah. *wipes bar*
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Hey... Can I ask you something?
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Sure. *wipes bar*
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You wouldn't happen to have about tree fiddy? *and all of the sudden you realize I'm an 8 story tall crustacean from the Paleolithic era*
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Yep. Here you go. *gives tree fiddy* *wipes bar*
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Fanks. *somehow fits my fat ass through the door* *realize we've come full circle*
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...... [spoiler]what the -blam!- just happened? [/spoiler]
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Well I walked in asking for milk. Spilled a couple drinks. Shot the owner in the ass. Asked for tree fiddy. And everyone realized I was an 8 story tall crustacean from the Paleolithic era.