My life as a bar.
Well I wandered into a bar on this space station. They hadn't heard of my order, but when I informed the owner what it was he seemed very happy to have me there. I guess I should have told him about my "offer" for payment. Oh well, I'll live, he'll learn. But right now I am happy. The Murgatroid is getting some work done and I have a nice view of a particular-ly star-y peice of space. I will probably sit here for a few days and just relax. The Bartender keeps telling me that someone is buying the drinks but he doesn't know who and I really don't care. They are good drinks...