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[bringer_of_fun]

Bobby walks into the bar this evening looking a little worse for wear. He's got something slimy decorating his uniform in places, and said uniform might be faintly smoking. Still, he looks healthy enough in spite of all that.

"It's the bar. Oh my God, thank you."

He makes his way over to a bar stool and asks for a large bottle of green Gatorade. What? Green is a flavor.