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All unattended characters must report to the Hideout immediately for torturing, courtesy of Spook.
Rule #4097 -
All Hater-Raters must be strapped to the bar for a year or until they sign a legal document promising to behave.
Sorry.
Packaged snacks shall not be served to minors, per Pub Nutrition Rule 2.
Perhaps the Pub kitchen...
Hmm. Have a seat. Make yourself comfortable.
[Goes to kitchen. Selects one fine potato, perhaps the finest ever from the Protagonize gardens: washes, peels, and slices it so thinly you might read a story through the slices; it matches Pub cuisine guidelines for potato to be further rendered crisp. Potato slices are laid across a baking pan, mercilessly drowned in melted butter infused with fresh onion, dashes of sea salt, paprika, and baked 'til golden brown. Then baked longer: otherwise it'll be more a potato side-dish than crisps. Ready in no time and hot from the oven - hissing that sssss sound - the crisps meet sharp cheddar, microscopically grated, for flash-melting and instantaneous fusing with every crisp. Plated on the Pub's Royal Doulton china, your pub snack slides before you. Along with a napkin and the tab: someone's scrawled NO CHARGE diagonally over the tab.
Everything's free at the Pub: don't know how the proprietor Nick does it.]
Your cheese and onion crisps, NewRoman. Enjoy :)
:} Elorithryn
Even then, the current Copyright/Patent/Trademark laws are also just as allowing.
Canada is almost like--shoot... what is that place where drunks are legal... I mean.. other than Canada? (technically Mary Jane is only decriminilised...)
Well--I dunno... having a bar in this place may just cause issues. X3
(Alberta the drinking age is 18 as well X3)
Oh, right, another rule:
Effective as of 1915, No dogs or Irish are allowed on the premise. =D =3
And im 11 so tea should be served. And milk, and lemonade and bla..and bla...
The tea lady rolls up her trolley. Amusing tea cozies jostle each other. China cups clink. Also, you hear an odd klik'klik klik'klik, like a wheel is sticking. She's possibly one hundred and two, the tea lady in her cardigan. She smiles, as kind-seeming, as big-hearted as any actual grannie.
"Tea, you yelled, Dear. Well. There's cream tea. Tea with lemon. Tea without. There's black tea, red tea, green tea, too. There's camomile, and Labrador Bog, and Poirot's tisane. All manner of teas with proper names. Even beef tea, Dear. Though beef tea will be some time in coming, if it's beef tea you were wanting, because it's this moment still only beef.
"You look the cream tea kind, Dear." The grinning cat tea cozy comes off. The tea lady pours from the black n'white moo-cow teapot. "Here's your tea then. And a warm bun. You'll need a bun if you're to write past bedtime."
Klik'klik klik'klik. The tea lady turns away. There. You see it now. Middle of her back. Wind-up key, turning by degrees, counterclockwise.
:)
Here's your pint...of pan'galactic'gargle'blaster, pressurized, as in fizzzzy.
Peppered, paprika'd peck o' potato patties, for you and eight penpals.
And napkins.
A brace of Pub porters will assist you in transport...just as soon as they subdue the triffid salad.
Enjoy :D
Your rule is disgusting, and deserves flagging.
Why no Irish? *pouts* I swear I'll behave...