Small MGD for me please.
But with a bit more head on it, if you don’t mind.
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Why not, we have all the time in the world!
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Well then, may I have this dance?
Er, would one of you mind holding my head?
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Hey, does anyone remember who offed the Little Whinger?
I seem to recall it was one of our female compatriots, but my notes are in a bit of jumble.
Thanks!
Evelyn Wolff. (nightflyer)
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Technically he fell on his own weapon, but I told the tale.
~goes back to hiding behind the jukebox before anyone notices she still has her head attempting to either yank the jukebox plug out of the wall or pry it open to put in some decent music bands besides ABBA~
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Evelyn Wolff counted coup and deserves any credit. The ridiculous foulard vendor I encountered in Amsterdam claiming to be him may have been a descendant or simply an imposter.
Some have speculated that he was in fact immortal, either by nature or by sorcery, but I don’t find that credible. If by nature, I have left his head in the street (the tidy Dutch were appalled) and so he is gone. If by sorcery, who knows whether he will return?
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growls, or at least makes a growling face while ichor sputters from neck-hole, throws head at Evelyn
Stomps over to pick up head and put more ducats in the jukebox, mashes play
People everywhere
A sense of expectation hanging in the air
Giving out a spark
Across the room your eyes are glowing in the dark
And here we go again, we know the start, we know the end
Masters of the scene
We’ve done it all before and now we’re back to get some more
You know what I mean
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I don’t see why everyone getting cranky, destiny was always going to bring us here.
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Ah! Excellent selection!
…Care to dance?
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Call me reckless, but I’m putting a quarter in that jukebox, and I expect everyone to sing along.
There. Wasn’t that nice? Let’s hear it again.
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Oof. Aengus, would ye get a load o’ that noise comin’ out the Necktie Tavern.
Kinda gives me the itch.
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Ah-HA!
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~ducks to avoid thrown head, stares daggers right back at the Ratchet as he picks up his noggin and hits the Play button, and mutters~
You are so lucky you’re already dead.
~surreptitiously continues attempts to sabotage modify jukebox~
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You are in my Lounge. Oh, whither shall I return from?
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Not whither, nor whence, but whether, Whinger.
edit: And when and where.
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I stand before you, no return necessary.
For your sake I hope your blade is sharper than you.
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You may feel a slight stinging sensation.
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and Shemp who in life was so clumsy and lumbering now floats in with his head delicately floating above his torso.
My head was swiped away.
I feel so much lighter now.
To the end, let’s drink.
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I do believe good sir Shemp’s head should receive the place of honor on our Immortals totem pole.
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Wanders past the Necktie Lounge, glances in through the windows, shudders.
Never wanted to join any club that would have me as a member.
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