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Death is about to order a drink, when he is greeted with a napkin instead. He reads it.
Very well. Sleep is good for the living.
He's just walking around to the other side when another napkin appears, the writing on which is more obscure, due to being written by someone about to go to sleep.
Pants are required.
It's accompanied by something to rectify this.
If you can stand to have your Happy Hour served by a skeleton in white and red polka dot boxer shorts, you have these to choose from:
SPECIALS
Red Death
Virulent Death
Death by Chocolate
any drink with your own name in it half price.
[OOC: YAY! OK guys, I'm dead of late now. Will pick up slowtimes. ILU GOODNITE]
Very well. Sleep is good for the living.
He's just walking around to the other side when another napkin appears, the writing on which is more obscure, due to being written by someone about to go to sleep.
Pants are required.
It's accompanied by something to rectify this.
If you can stand to have your Happy Hour served by a skeleton in white and red polka dot boxer shorts, you have these to choose from:
SPECIALS
Red Death
Virulent Death
Death by Chocolate
any drink with your own name in it half price.
[OOC: YAY! OK guys, I'm dead of late now. Will pick up slowtimes. ILU GOODNITE]