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[squeakersqueak]

The door swings open, revealing jungle foliage of almost cartoonish lushness, and a young man sticks his head into the bar.

He looks very puzzled. However, if you grow to know him better, you will discover that this is not much of a departure from his usual expression.

"... Huh," he says, with a degree of thoughtfulness usually reserved for

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[winged_defender]

Well, it's not much like the jungle, but that is a parrot over there scratching obscene words from six different languages into a tabletop. A scarlet macaw, in fact, such as one might encounter in the South American rainforest. A familiar face!

[squeakersqueak]

Kronk is rapt! He delicately approaches the beautiful specimen on feet that are surprisingly light given his height and bulk.

"Ara macao," he whispers, with an intensity that, again, does not exactly seem warranted. "Wow ... you just don't run into a bird of that coloring every day."

If only the Junior Chipmunks were here!

Hastily, Kronk digs out his pocket version of Exotic Bird Bingo.

[winged_defender]

The bird eyes him, a bit uneasy but mostly annoyed. She does not get this reaction much.

"Can I help you with something?" she snaps crankily.

[squeakersqueak]

Kronk beams!

The diction!

"Oh, thanks," he tells the bird, scribbling on his game board decisively. "But I'm just one Purple-Throated Warbler and a Variegated Hummingbird away from hitting the bigtime. I'm good."

[mothpapa]

Not far away is a girl of the female persuasion... one of those kinds with more flauntable assets than most people have brain cells.

Especially Kronk.

"Lost, muscle boy?" she asks, simperingly, from her spot at a nearby table.

[squeakersqueak]

Kronk looks.

"Uhhhh ..."

Note that although he is currently fixated on an undeniably foxy lady, his expression fails to change in any discernible way.

Nevertheless, after a moment he seems to snap out of it.

"I didn't know Mudka's was remodeling," he says thoughtfully, stroking his chin. "Will you look at the wood finishing? That's incredible."

[mothpapa]

Kronk has failed to pay adequate attention to her.

She sliiiiides up out of her chair and does an Invisible Slow-Motion Hula Hoop walk to him.

"Mudka took a hike," she informs him, poking one of his biceps. "And the wood finishing's not the only incredible thing around here."

[squeakersqueak]

That is a really, really impressive walk. Despite the fact that it is, in fact, a slow-motion walk, Kronk still does not have time to react to the poking with anything other than a blank, jockish sort of expression.

"Uhhhh."

Get used to that sound, Meg.

Kronk looks around, scratching his head. "That's funny ... I thought Mudka was doing all right for herself. Admittedly it was a setback to lose her short-order cook ... I wish I could've filled in a little longer."

Woe!

[legendaryoutlaw]

See Vash.

See Vash gape.

"You actually have waterfalls on your world?"

Pause. "Hell, you have free-flowing water?"

[squeakersqueak]

Kronk blinks.

For a very long time.

What to do when faced with questions he doesn't understand?

"... Uhhhhhh."

[legendaryoutlaw]

Vash facepalms.

"Okay, let's back up a second. You said you thought you took a wrong turn at a waterfall, right?"

[squeakersqueak]

"Affirmative," Kronk agrees decisively.

Then he frowns, thoughtful.

"... Waaaaait."

A pause.

"Yeah," he decides finally. "Waterfall."