That's on the tour list, yeah. Jimmy here says that he'd rather hear some other things, and Eddie wants to play his guitar with overkill of pyrotechnics like always.
The best way to pronounce German beer is with a single word: Prost!
Why spend the huge cost for carpenters when you can pay us for generally everything with all purpose cider? We can build anything and fix anything, except the sorry state of music these days. All your techno and rave sounds make my ears hurt more than a tween guitar solo with max distortion on the amps.
Following new legislation in Tercania Islands, traditional vegetarians are fuming over the introduction of vat-grown meat to the menu.
Hey we have that in the back! It's broken though, and we ran out of the uh, 'stuff' needed to grow more meat a while back.
Sure. Crack open the customer of your choice, and scoop out the tasty red filling inside. Here's a spoon.
No, you won't. They'll be recycled into the lunch special for at least the next three days. How can you miss 'em if they don't go away?
A slight clattering is heard as a trapdoor on the floor beneath a stool opens up up, with the Witness climbing out of it, grumpily brushing some soot and sticky liquid off themselves as they get back into the Bar. The trapdoor closes by itself as the Witness retakes their seat.
That took far longer than I wanted or expected. Perhaps it's best summarized in a poem.
Filled with so many tentacles, t'was daft
Not from the spaghetti god, no
Or the eldritch deity you know
They came from accursed Tumblr witchcraft
Never subcontract your magic wards.. I'd like to order another Alfred Hick's now, please.
The Witness nods in thanks to the penguin and lifts up the barrel, starting to slowly chug away as usual, slipping into a nap even as they drank.