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[changeinasnap]

"Oh, hardy har har."

Of all the nights to get a sense of humor on him, Bar, this is not the one. Between the steady march of progress at home, the ruckus out by the lake, and the deeply unnerving vibe inside the bar, a guy just wants to sit down, eat his waffles with extra syrup in peace, and then do a truly magnificent runner toward someplace

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[forewarned_is]

A hand, several shades darker than the Trickster's, tipped with red-lacquered fingernails, picks up the kazoo from where it was dropped on the bar.

Kali lifts it to eye level, and examines it carefully.

A trumpet. Heralding the end.

Well, now.

[visible_sariel]

Plink.

Plunk.

"Ah!" yelps the young woman in the red uniform, as several fragments of stone and a small but noticeable quantity of dust land in her (waitrat provided, say thankya and say sorry) teacup. She's briefly but fervently glad, as she sets it down, that she wasn't about to take a sip.

Then she looks up.

And sees the

Will you take me for a ride, camel crack?

damage to the ceiling.

"Oh, no."

Security will be hearing about this one, to be sure. It's beyond dangerous and worrying, especially now.