Where’s the vodka?
Goody Two-Shoes confiscated it. Looks like insipid tea and smug from here on.
Oh HELL no.
~draws her lovely karabela~
I think not.
~blinks, pauses~
Though I’m not sure what to do next.
Maybe he will let us have a sherry on Christmas?
Cacao now. Ayahuasca when we are calmer and read to understand each other. I am still not a fan of distillation, you understand.
Welcome, new friends!
The Worker (@manwich)
NESSIE (@penguinchris)
“Bon” McEvoy (@donald_petersen)
Maud d’Oilly (@KeisterButton)
Harry Farnsworth (@Wisconsin_Platt)
Ennis (@gwwar)
Juan (@strokeybeard)
Bark McBarkruff (@ghoti)
Evelyn Wolff (@Nightflyer)
The Ratchet (@pogo)
(Oops, can only mention ten. See supplementary message to follow.)
Where is Zero? Sulking again?
The bar’s open for all of good will! Choose your poison! I can recommend the mead.
Mr. Ratchet, your tea and your free kitten are through that door over there.*
*Haha just kidding. I wouldn’t do that to a kitten.
woof.
Drink up, my friends!
We Friends also appreciate good Company!
Maybe now is the time to remind everyone of Haverford College’s best cheer:
Fight, Fight, Inner Light!
Kill, Quakers, Kill!
It has a second verse:
Knock 'em Down, Beat 'em Senseless!
Do It 'til We Reach Consensus!"
Yours In Truth,
Mr. Collins
You’re a good sport, Zero.
Thank you for the glass!
Ah, thanks, m’lady! You’ve saved my afterlife.
~sheathes her sword, accepts the proffered bottle, and wanders over to examine the contents of the nearby bookshelves~
Don’t tell me…
Ha ha, if only. Even I’m not good enough to sneak out and pull that job. Though I do wonder what million-dollar vodka tastes like…
“At last! We have come to the final chapter in this old story. I can only wonder what final mysteries will be revealed…”
That brings to mind the non-violent cheer of my university days:
Lean to the left!
Lean to the right!
Stand up!
Sit down!
…
“…say good night!”