Gypsie Skripto, Editor of the No Buns No Cabbages Reports walked into the bar anxiously, knowing that a story was waiting for him there. He admired the old fashioned decoration for a minute, stopped by the jukebox and inserted a coin for it to play a song, and then went to the bar and sat there. The barwoman was a goreous blonde who immediately caught his attention. Mumbling he said...
Sup lovely? Can you bring me a quarter rum?
He then slided a credit chip on the bar.
On a side note... is James Trenton anywhere to be found around here?
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