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[maj_ferretface]

There is a man wandering the bar. He is wearing army fatigues complete with a major's insignia, and carrying a notebook, in which he is taking half-hearted notes. He has this instinctive feeling that good - fanatical - note-taking was very important to whoever this notebook belonged to, but - he can't read the handwriting.

All of this wandering and note-taking is aimless, and quite confused.

There is still a bit of dribbled apple juice on his pointy chin.