The North Pacific Bar and Grill

Suddenly, the drunken Syrixia wakes up and burns the bar down, then uses voodoo magicks to preserve all the beer.
 
Merry Christmas...apologies that the bar is burnt down.

We still have the beer! :D
 
Was just jokin :0 the bar is fine lol.

Why do you humans not understand camelopardian humor? 0.0
 
It's not funny to assume that everyone would be okay with something that breaks everyone's sense of enjoyment.

That's not humour, that's selfish.
 
The drunken Syrixia sits down at the bar glumly.
Ok ok, we all have room for improvement D: Now, do you want a drink or not?
 
[me] hands Nwahs a glass of iced water and looks at Eumenor.

"I have no idea how to respond to your father statement, but the penguin is cute, so you can order a drink!"
 
I, for one, have had a lovely season!

The no-longer-drunk Syrixia heads to the back room to get Bootsie more drinks to pass out.
 
[me] greets Magpie, and points to a chair.

"Welcome to The North Pacific Bar and Grill! I'm Bootsie, one of the bartenders here. We have a wide variety of alcoholic beverages, non-alcoholic beverages, and I can get Syrixia to throw something on the grill if you would like something to eat. Now, what can I get ya dear?", she says in a deep Southern accent.
 
Magpie gingerly climbs to her feet, and promptly sits down again rubing her head

"Er, thank you. A glass af water, if you please :)"
 
[me] walks in after a long day working, and is somewhat exhausted but looking to socialize. Or be belligerent. Whatever works. He approaches the bar and grabs a seat.

What beer you got that's local?
 
YESSS....WE SHALL PUT A NICE MAGPIE ON THE GRILL AND WE EATSES IT FOR DINNER... :bat:

MY.....PRECIOUS!!!
 
[me] holds Syrixia back, as she responds to Scandigrad.

"Well, the rum is always plentiful, we also have some Guslant white wine, and some brandy if that is what you are wanting."
 
[me] checks the tap and sees the three taps labeled, "Zemnaya Svoboda Light, Corona Grosseschnauzer, and McMasterdonia Ice."

"We have these available, you can get it from the tap, and I believe we have them in a can too."
 
"Okay, hook me up, Scandigrad."

[me] pours a glass of Zemnaya Svoboda Light and hands it to Scandigrad.
 
Syrixia, now in MCM's stomach, peruses around curiously to see what else the mad lion has eaten.

"Hey, is that Great Bight?"

A terrifying, repulsive monster reveals itself from under the lion's sea of gastric acid.

"SOMEONE HELP!!! IT'S GREAT BIGHT!" yells the terrified Syrixia.

Meanwhile, Vordallia, a slightly-less-old-but-old-enough-to-drink giraffe with a gun strapped to its back since he just got back from an NPA mission, walks into the bar and sits down.
 
Corporal Donny Clegg, on furlough from the recent NPA missions, shuffles in and sits down next to Vordallia.
"Is this seat taken lad? BARKEEP!! Wild Turkey please! And one for the lad as well!"
 
Vordallia whispers to Corporal Clegg, "No. The seat isn't taken. And thanks for the turkey. I bet I'll like it."

Meanwhile, Syrixia battles Great Bight...

"OH DEAR LORD, IF ANYONE CAN HEAR ME, SOMEONE HELP! GREAT BIGHT IS TOO OBESE!" yells Syrixia from within McMasterdonia's stomach.

Syrixia then realizes how he could get out, and begins to viciously kick McMasterdonia's stomach hoping he will notice.
 
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