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[doh_nutlover]

The door to the Bar swings open, there's nothing unusual about this except for the fat, bald guy in his underpants that walks through it.

Homer glances around the Bar suspiciously while scratching his butt.

"Marge...When did we have Bar put into the bathroom?"

He looks over his shoulder waiting for Marge's reply but there's only a wall there now.  He

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[joye_of_snackes]

"It's one of those magic bar thingies," explains the woman - in black, with a tall pointed hat - who ambles up next to him with a friendly grin. "You just say what you wants and it gives it to you."

[doh_nutlover]

"Magic?!"

Homers brain immediately kicked into overdrive when he heard the word magic.

Behind the Bar stand a magician, not unlike Dumbledore from Harry Potter. Faeries flutter around while an endless river of Beer flows along the middle of the Bar.

"Mmmmmm, river of beer" siad in a soft tone while drool is running down his chin.

[joye_of_snackes]

Perhaps not the wisest thing to say in front of a magic bar with a strange sense of humour.

Nanny doens't mind of course. She just pulls out a flask from under her skirts and holds it out to catch some of the beer that's now flowing out of the surface of the wood. Luckily, excess beer disappears as it gets further down the Bar, but there's still enough for the witch to fill up her flask happily.

"That's it," she says.

[doh_nutlover]

An excited little yelp escapes Homer before he plunges his lips into the icy cold beer. He slurps for a few minutes before having to stop for air.

"Stupid lungs" He shakes his fist in the direction of his lungs and then grins at the continuing river of beer.

He turns to the woman standing behind him. "Is this heaven?"

[_jack_oneill]

Jack O'Neill doesn't squeal because Jack O'Neill is a very dignified general, not a little girl.

"You're kidding me, right?"

He's sitting at the Bar in base uniform with a glass of Jack Daniels on the rocks ... and he's trying not to squeal.

[doh_nutlover]

Homer stands at the Bar awaiting service and paying no attention to anything at all.

[_jack_oneill]

Jack puts his glass down and pinches himself on the hand in the meantime, says, "Ow," and decides he's not just fallen asleep at his desk listening to Daniel ramble about something.

He clears his throat and calls to Homer, "You wanna say 'please'. Magic bar -- just ask it for beer and say 'please'."

[doh_nutlover]

Homer looks over in the direction of the voice and notices Jack sitting with his beer.

"Beer PLEASE!"

A nice cold beer appears in front of him.

"Wow, how'd it do that?"

[the_h_star_r]

Wouldja look at that? Another beer-drinkin' baldy.

Homestar's pretty much just woken up. The cinnamon 5 o'clock shadow on his face helps the comparison between him and Simpson.

"Heya there, undapants. You wanna The Bar?"

[doh_nutlover]

"What the crap are you?!"

Homers not so good with the subtlety.

[the_h_star_r]

Luckily, Homestar just takes that as a normaly way of saying, "Who are you?"

"An athlete. And a runner. A Homestar Runner."

[doh_nutlover]

"uh-huh...."

There's not really much else Homer can say. He's still staring trying to figure out if he's dreaming or if this is for real.