*Dowly slams the bar door open which slams back to his nose*
Bartender! Round on my tap!
*As he spots Steed, he walks by his table and sits down*
Say, Steedy mate. Have you noticed that the world is one messed up place? I mean, this is a bar. But I can only see you, me and that fat, sweaty bartender here? And to come think of it, you serve in the Luftwaffe while I'm RAF boys. Somethin's not quite right here, dont you think? :hmm:
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