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[calmhrtprevails]

The Bar produced an odd note today when Fawkes came up to return his latest book. He peered at it a while, then shrugged and made his way behind the bar. After some thought the specials sign went up:

Special Tonight:

Discuss philosophy, morality, or ethics with the Bartender
for five minutes
and your order is 50% off.After a bit he added one more

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[whatsshakinpox]

The door opens, and in walks...hey wait a minute. Wasn't he already here? It's a semi-short alien with an oversized noggin and an advanced suit, currently putting away his latest blaster. He is heard to mutter the words "...must be around here somewhere..." before putting on a tag with the number '195' written on it, and hopping up to a chair. He does not see Fawkes yet.

[calmhrtprevails]

Hmm. Not any kind of creature Fawkes recognizes, but around here that doesn't mean very much. "Good evening!" the mutant calls out. "Can I help you?"

[whatsshakinpox]

"Yes, I- WAH!"

The alien turned, and Crypto-195 received the shock of his life and fell on the floor, for the moment. You could say that he was new here...and yet he wasn't, and...well...it's complicated. The point is, wow he did not expect to see that. He picked himself up and said, in his Jack Nicholson voice...

"No offense, but I'll pass on what you've been having."

[calmhrtprevails]

"None taken," says Fawkes. "You wouldn't react well to it anyway."

Crypto's got the Jack Nicholson voice. Fawkes just sounds like he ought to be screening calls for one of the Dukes of Hell.

[forgottenmotley]

The Fool has only one question for the tender. "Why?"

[calmhrtprevails]

"Because I can't ask questions of a book," says Fawkes, in a voice that ... is pretty much the opposite of George Takei's.

[forgottenmotley]

"Yes you can," he says. He grins, bells ringing as he speaks.

[calmhrtprevails]

"Not if I want any kind of a meaningful answer," says Fawkes. "I would prefer to be able to discuss things, rather than let them echo around in my own head."