Itís not to detergent-y but it could definitely be improved
Iíll have one, please.
Sure. *Brings over a Pan Galactic Gargle Blaster*
So now somebody has to sweep hir into the storage room to sleep it off? *Sigh* I'll get the broom.
I thought sushi was on the buffet every week. It always smells fishy at least.
What about Snuggles and Fluffy? Or does Fluffy not count because he's the bouncer?
Much appreciated. I also ordered some donuts from Yipmens Donut Shop, but the guy on duty is a little off. However, the extra ingredients he keeps adding sound like they'd be perfect for the Bar.
...Oh, Brocklandia, I didn't see you there! This drink isn't, uh.... It's medicinal. And non-alcoholic.
Here's my submission/s.
Oh, Chef in the kitchen
Workin' hard with what he got
He's given you "variety"
So best eat what he brought
At most times its meat
From stuff lying around
But it's good stuff
Pound for bloody pound
Thems some good grub
Be it steak or stew
Mushroom, tentacle, blood
Or perhaps even you
An ode to the Chef
Is an ode to life
Go enjoy his cooking
And avoid any strife
Food is so good so yummy so sweet. Cakes, icecream, gravy and meat. BeDeviled eggs and Jell-O too, food oh food how I love you.
Pancakes galore, Chocalate chip cookies and more.
Chicken and dunplings, meat-loaf so good, sour gummie worms yah, food is my hood.
Stawberry shortcake peppermints and steak.
Chili and cornbread, Oreo and milk.
Scrambled eggs(w/ Lorys and cheese)
Give me some candy if I eat Ye
Cotten candy, Fruitestas from Taco Bell,
Yes, oh yes food i like well.
Shrimp and salmon, corn on the cob, if i couldn't eat i would sob.
A drone walks into the Bar, tossing a bone in his hands. They chuckle to themselves, before suddenly, a pack of dirty, wild dogs rush in and hound the drone. They quickly knock them down, grab their clothes by the teeth, and drag the drone back outside screaming.
Wow. Now that's some dogged determination. It's a dog eat dog world out there... I think they were all Retrievers.
*Wakes up in the storage room* Must have got knocked out again. *Tries to open the door, but finds out it has been locked* And all I have to defend myself is a broom. *Grabs the broom and reluctantly turns to face whatever lies in the darkness of the storage room* Itís not like a broom would help me, but itís better than nothing.
After six too many overnights, files being misplaced and a drunken stroll on the streets while yelling Latin to random passersby...
Hermes Express has been accepted to join the bar as a Janitor! Congratulations!
May Cthulhu save what's left of your soul.
Then ... what's the point?
While you're in there, tidy up and sweep, please. I'll see what I can do about finding the key to let you out ... tomorrow, maybe.
They'll serve any thing.