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[fiveroundsrapid]

"-don't think we- ah, blast-"

Milliways has an amazingly inconvenient habit of turning up for the Brigadier when he's in the middle of pursuing something rather more important than a drink. Lethbridge-Stewart scowls blackly at the Bar environment as he steps through what was supposed to be one of the doors to the Newton Research Unit at Cambridge

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[whatsshakinpox]

The Bar is known to harbor aliens.

The Brigidier is known to hunt aliens.

Crypto is an alien who has three other clones in the bar.

Today is a good day.

Cryptosporidium One-Five-Four is the veteran of a Furon civil war. He knows military quite well, especially human military. Hating ranking-officers, he decides to make some fun at the expense of the Bridigier by sitting next to him and ordering.

"Bar, gimme something hard."

Okay. He gets a brick. He hands it to the Brigidier nonchalantly while thinking of another order.

"Hold this."

[fiveroundsrapid]

The Brigadier casts a dry look at the little grey fellow and then at the brick. "I think not," he says, and sets the brick down on the Bar's surface before reaching for his drink. "Do I know you?"

[whatsshakinpox]

The Furon says nothing until he receives a healthy glass of fine liquor. Then, after that...

"Before I answer that, lemme ask you this: Why is it that people like British accents? Is it like some kind of secret weapon?"

THAT was out of left field...

[fiveroundsrapid]

He'd just about got his own drink to his mouth when the blasted little grey thing asked the question. "I wouldn't know," he answers, putting the cup down. "I suppose one might assume it was a matter of eminent good taste."

[whatsshakinpox]

Crypto slams down his drink.

"Oh, don't give me that load of bollocks."

He deliberately accented the last word for effect, then returned to his normal Jack Nicholson voice.

"D'you realize how much money the people who play James Bond make just for acting the way they do? Forget the friggin' plots. Just stick Sean Connery in a room and let 'im talk. He'd make millions."

He finishes his drink, then orders something harder. The bar, pretty much flexing a sense of humor right now, grants him a piece of lead, which Crypto chucks over his shoulder, shaking his head.