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[_tubby_bitch]

*enters the bar, looking around cautiously for any sign of the blonde French girl from the night before; seeing none, he heads for the out of the way booth he and his companion occupied the previous evening*

*slides into the booth, giving his companion a rather stern glare before pulling out a pack of cigarettes and lighting one up*

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[the_woodpecker]

*Bernard stiffens and touches Ophelia's shoulder.*

[bythebrook]

*Ophelia's eyes narrow, her hands whirl even faster, and she grins widely. She looks utterly insane, and utterly terrifying.*

[the_woodpecker]

Let's go.

*Bernard moves around the bar swiftly, a manic grin on his face*

[silver_flecks]

*hums happily and sits next to the pretty lady, seemingly content to try to eat a napkin holder*

[snootchiebootch]

*slides into the booth across from his hetero-life-mate, leaning back into the booth*

*notices the look Silent Bob is giving him and rolls his eyes, huffing loudly*

Don't give me that, Fat Albert.

*pauses a beat, then anticipates the look Silent Bob will give him in return for that*

I SAID, Don't give me that, Fat Albert. *beat* WHat? Okay, Okay. I'm sorry, I wasn't sensitive to your muthafuckin' needs. You're not fat, you're tubby. There's a difference.

*doesn't see a server and gets antsy* *pounds fist on table* Hey, what kind of joint is this, anyway? I demand some muthafuckin' service! I don't see no SIGN about not servin' long-haired freaky people-- *catches Silent Bob's face out of the corner of his eye* *turns to him* Don't even give me that, bitch. You know you're all up in Harry Chapin's shiznit.

[_tubby_bitch]

*sighs, takes a long drag off his cigarette*

[bythebrook]

*And there are suddenly thorns at his throat, bright orange, razor sharp thorns, held by a girl who is grinning an utterly insane grin.*

[the_woodpecker]

*From the other side comes a redheaded maniac, holding wooden matches and a stick of dynamite with a long fuse*

[homicidaltrunk]

*sits*

*appears to be watching Bob*