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!”