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"-due respect, Ambassador, up yours."
Ray closes the door behind him and drips into Milliways. "I," he says to no one in particular, "have had enough of New Orleans. Can I go home now?"
Bar does not answer. She does produce a glass of something the color of almost luminescent Windex, though. It smells a little bit of berries.
"Thank you."
Ray closes the door behind him and drips into Milliways. "I," he says to no one in particular, "have had enough of New Orleans. Can I go home now?"
Bar does not answer. She does produce a glass of something the color of almost luminescent Windex, though. It smells a little bit of berries.
"Thank you."