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There is deafening crack of thunder when Mother Nature appears in the bar this time, with a bag full of small red gift boxes to rival Santa's toy sack. Her face reflects the fury she feels, and any woman who comes close to her is liable to be given a gift, whether they recently got one from her or not. Men...your pants might just fit a little more loosely as your most sensitive parts shrink back instinctively, in fear.
She can be heard muttering angrily about oil spills and killing the planet.
"Five dead sperm whales! Five! Do you have any idea how many of those there AREN'T left on the planet? I need a drink!"
She takes a seat at the bar and orders a bottle of Atlantean.
Approach at your own risk.
She can be heard muttering angrily about oil spills and killing the planet.
"Five dead sperm whales! Five! Do you have any idea how many of those there AREN'T left on the planet? I need a drink!"
She takes a seat at the bar and orders a bottle of Atlantean.
Approach at your own risk.