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[fiveroundsrapid]

"-don't think we- ah, blast-"

Milliways has an amazingly inconvenient habit of turning up for the Brigadier when he's in the middle of pursuing something rather more important than a drink. Lethbridge-Stewart scowls blackly at the Bar environment as he steps through what was supposed to be one of the doors to the Newton Research Unit at Cambridge

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[mnt_donnie]

[OOC: hey cam, i'm on no-playing during the day while i'm unemployed, or... i'd never do anything else. can we try for donnie-brig at night sometime?]

[fiveroundsrapid]

[OOC: Not a problem. I figured if I posted him during the day, he'd at least have an EP available whenever you were good to go. Night sometime is fine with me!]

[shadowsfound]

Kevin looks up from his coffee. "If you ever find out where to send that 'bill', I'd love to know," he offers after a second. "So would a few other people here, I bet."

[fiveroundsrapid]

The Brig glances over his shoulder a moment at the unfamiliar voice, then nods. "If there's anything left of whoever or whatever's responsible, I'll be more than happy to pass it along," he says dryly.

[shadowsfound]

Kevin snickers. "If? Think that's likely?"

[fiveroundsrapid]

"We're frequently pressed for time, so it's just possible," the Brig allows. "If only because UNIT might not be able to be as thorough as I'd like."

[whatsshakinpox]

The Bar is known to harbor aliens.

The Brigidier is known to hunt aliens.

Crypto is an alien who has three other clones in the bar.

Today is a good day.

Cryptosporidium One-Five-Four is the veteran of a Furon civil war. He knows military quite well, especially human military. Hating ranking-officers, he decides to make some fun at the expense of the Bridigier by sitting next to him and ordering.

"Bar, gimme something hard."

Okay. He gets a brick. He hands it to the Brigidier nonchalantly while thinking of another order.

"Hold this."

[fiveroundsrapid]

The Brigadier casts a dry look at the little grey fellow and then at the brick. "I think not," he says, and sets the brick down on the Bar's surface before reaching for his drink. "Do I know you?"

[whatsshakinpox]

The Furon says nothing until he receives a healthy glass of fine liquor. Then, after that...

"Before I answer that, lemme ask you this: Why is it that people like British accents? Is it like some kind of secret weapon?"

THAT was out of left field...

[fiveroundsrapid]

He'd just about got his own drink to his mouth when the blasted little grey thing asked the question. "I wouldn't know," he answers, putting the cup down. "I suppose one might assume it was a matter of eminent good taste."