Only if you use salt water, which makes everything gross. Add some pickling spices and make it brine--that'll improve the flavor.
We're out. The cockroaches checked them all out of the armory ... ah, storeroom last week when they tried to stage a coup in the kitchen. Who knew the lunch special would take an army of heavily armed cockroaches as a challenge? Plenty of cockroach carnage ensued. Last I saw, the special was using the AK-47s as toothpicks.
*Physically teleports into the bar this time because the “incoming transmission” text is a hassle
Oh thank the cosmos, our precious peppermimt schnapps!
I will report back to The Controller of Planet X immediately regarding this fantastic news.
But, uh, in the meantime, can I maybe have a swig of the schnapps? You know, better test the product in advance to ensure quality.
Better yet, maybe just crack open the whole bottle.
*slaps his transporter beacon on the bar
Well, looks like I am gonna be here awhile.
Huh never heard this? Also........ can someone get me tea?
In case you haven't noticed, I work here, which means my soul was physically, mechanically, and/or spiritually removed some years ago. You're just plain out of luck.
Here you go, one glass of iced tea--because, really, is there any other kind?
It's probably the preserved remains of some previous Bar patron. Does it smell like anyone you know?
Na just found it in my pocket... No clue where it came from :P
Oh, soorry, eh. That's probably my fault, a few years back I did this "mass-possession" thing where I attempted to consume about 700 million souls simultaneously (it's one of my many powers as a ginger and possibly a Canadian) when I was bored one day. Yours probably got sucked into the mix by mistake. It's probably buried somewhere in one of my many freckles, if you can find it you can have it back.
Nah. My soul was a dirty, tattered little thing, not even worth wiping the bar with, so no one has missed it.
Hey, wait a minute. Is "mass possession" something that involves the Pope?
here is the flag waifu source
... (proceeds to slur speech) Don’t worry, I’ve got it covered.
Reaches into his pocket to find only a few bottle caps
Maybe I can sweep the place up a bit and feed the zombie to cover this tab?
Shh, let the good boy sleep. We don't pay them, so being lazy is their form of payment.