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[OOM: Ray doesn't talk about his birthday.]
Ray walks into the Bar looking as if he were a perfectly normal person from a perfectly normal universe who has nonetheless seen a ghost. "Bar?" he says, shuffling up to said furnishing in his t-shirt, sweatpants, and Incredible Hulk slippers. "Could I, um, have something in the way of breakfast? I'm not sure I'm going to need caffeine again. Ever. For anything."
He's just going to headthunk now until the big pile of fried stuff arrives.
"Worst. Birthday. Present. Ever."
Ray walks into the Bar looking as if he were a perfectly normal person from a perfectly normal universe who has nonetheless seen a ghost. "Bar?" he says, shuffling up to said furnishing in his t-shirt, sweatpants, and Incredible Hulk slippers. "Could I, um, have something in the way of breakfast? I'm not sure I'm going to need caffeine again. Ever. For anything."
He's just going to headthunk now until the big pile of fried stuff arrives.
"Worst. Birthday. Present. Ever."