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This time, when Steven came in, he looked shaken and, for once, glad to be in some weird-ass bar at the end of the universe. He had a little bit of a handle on things by now, and when he approached the bar, he sat down gratefully.
"It's five o'clock somewhere," he addressed the bar with no-one behind it. "I really need a beer."
"It's five o'clock somewhere," he addressed the bar with no-one behind it. "I really need a beer."