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[The video opens to Chuck looking... bizarrely cheerful, actually. Well- this'll be bizarre to anybody living at the barracks, since it's a large contrast to the antisocial little berk he usually is, but he's looking hale and hearty and, judging by the redness of his face, fairly inebriated.
He's behind the bar of the run-down saloon surrounded by bottles of various sizes, shapes, and colors that some of the viewers at home will recognize from the filthy corners of the pub. Now, they're sparkling clean and filled with a deep ruby-red liquid.]
Hey, everybody! Happy hump day! Or, wait- maybe it's Tuesday. Crap. Nobody really knows any more, do they? Whatever. Doesn't matter. Hi! [He gestures to the bottles around him.] So in case you're wondering about all this, which you totally are- I'd like to announce that Chuck's Tavern is now officially open!
[Chuck slams a metal flask down on the bar.] Thanks to a pair of fuck-awesome ben- bena- guys, my flask is magic! And it never runs out. It only has one kind of booze, though, since all I had on me when I got here was vodka and cranberry. [He wobbles a little then bends down behind the bar, reappears with a large empty bottle in hand, and proceeds to fill it with more of the deep red drink from his tiny flask.] I know everybody here needs a fuckin' drink sometimes, man, so I figured hey- let's share the love, right? Anybody who wants some, come down to the pub and if there's no more or I'm not in there come find me or use this- this network... thingy.
Oh, and- [He leans forward on his elbows, face scrunching up in thought.] Someone send Gabriel down here. I haven't seen him in forever and I figure booze should bribe him to show up, right?
He's behind the bar of the run-down saloon surrounded by bottles of various sizes, shapes, and colors that some of the viewers at home will recognize from the filthy corners of the pub. Now, they're sparkling clean and filled with a deep ruby-red liquid.]
Hey, everybody! Happy hump day! Or, wait- maybe it's Tuesday. Crap. Nobody really knows any more, do they? Whatever. Doesn't matter. Hi! [He gestures to the bottles around him.] So in case you're wondering about all this, which you totally are- I'd like to announce that Chuck's Tavern is now officially open!
[Chuck slams a metal flask down on the bar.] Thanks to a pair of fuck-awesome ben- bena- guys, my flask is magic! And it never runs out. It only has one kind of booze, though, since all I had on me when I got here was vodka and cranberry. [He wobbles a little then bends down behind the bar, reappears with a large empty bottle in hand, and proceeds to fill it with more of the deep red drink from his tiny flask.] I know everybody here needs a fuckin' drink sometimes, man, so I figured hey- let's share the love, right? Anybody who wants some, come down to the pub and if there's no more or I'm not in there come find me or use this- this network... thingy.
Oh, and- [He leans forward on his elbows, face scrunching up in thought.] Someone send Gabriel down here. I haven't seen him in forever and I figure booze should bribe him to show up, right?