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[doh_nutlover]

The door to the Bar swings open, there's nothing unusual about this except for the fat, bald guy in his underpants that walks through it.

Homer glances around the Bar suspiciously while scratching his butt.

"Marge...When did we have Bar put into the bathroom?"

He looks over his shoulder waiting for Marge's reply but there's only a wall there now.  He

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[_jack_oneill]

Jack O'Neill doesn't squeal because Jack O'Neill is a very dignified general, not a little girl.

"You're kidding me, right?"

He's sitting at the Bar in base uniform with a glass of Jack Daniels on the rocks ... and he's trying not to squeal.

[doh_nutlover]

Homer stands at the Bar awaiting service and paying no attention to anything at all.

[_jack_oneill]

Jack puts his glass down and pinches himself on the hand in the meantime, says, "Ow," and decides he's not just fallen asleep at his desk listening to Daniel ramble about something.

He clears his throat and calls to Homer, "You wanna say 'please'. Magic bar -- just ask it for beer and say 'please'."

[doh_nutlover]

Homer looks over in the direction of the voice and notices Jack sitting with his beer.

"Beer PLEASE!"

A nice cold beer appears in front of him.

"Wow, how'd it do that?"

[_jack_oneill]

"Magic," Jack says, deadpan, and raises his glass in a toast.

"This your first time here, huh?"

[doh_nutlover]

"Ummm, yeah I guess it is. I thought it was my bathroom but I must've taken a wrong turn somewhere."

[_jack_oneill]

"End of the universe sneaks up on you like that. Welcome to Milliways."

Jack puts his glass down and leans over, reaching out a hand.

"Jack O'Neill."

[doh_nutlover]

"Homer Simpson."

He shakes the offered hand while eyeing up the recently unguarded beer.

[_jack_oneill]

Heee, Jack doesn't say. "Nice to meet you, Homer," he does.

Then he eyes the eyeing and puts a protective hand back on his glass.

"Hey -- you can get anything from Bar here, you know. So I've heard. She even keeps a tab so you don't have to pay right away."

[doh_nutlover]

"Edible lifesize pilsbury doughboy?"

He drools
"Mmmmmmmm"

[_jack_oneill]

"...," Jack says (or doesn't), and leans awayyy from the Bar with his glass.

"Yep," he says, and eyes the thing on the Bar now.

"...what is that even made of?"

Dough, Jack. Dough.

[doh_nutlover]

Homer bites into the doughboys arm, luckily it's only lifesize and not actually alive.

"Mmmmmmmm, doughy!! Now beer would go great with this."

Yes funnily enough the doughboy is made of dough, Doh!