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>>12410173
Psych! Fixing spelling error.

Bizarre Slime Drunkenship:
A distant dreamlike room that invites emollition, a sort of magnetic feeling of longing and comfort. Your eyelids feel as if they were being anchored down, a feeling of distant heavy and sheepish emotion; the atmosphere of dignified class injecting subliminal reposeful imagery directly into your stimulus. The dimmed lights do little to shield the impressive variety of spirits layered across like a huntsman's trophies. A fined carved wooden bar stretched from the center of the room with a fine velvet furnish...

A floating metal circle hovers before you, an open invitation to your stature. A bar stool, it's goal and meaning require it to keep shoulder your deepest burdens and listen to your most loathsome sorrows...

The bartender welcomes you, as if you were always welcome. As if you found your way home after a long and arduous journey. He pours you a drink, your favorite drink. A testament to how important you are to this establishment. Like a merry reunion of two life time friends...

It's peaceful.

You glance up at the bartender.

There's an emperor penguin with bushy yellow eyebrows wearing a bartender's uniform.

"So you've finally come..."

The penguin has Norio Wakamoto's voice.

...

You put down the drink glass and nod very solemnly to yourself.

"Is this a dream?"

"Pardon the brusqueness, but there appears to be some disconnect with alcoholism and spirits," the penguin explains as he begins to clean a nearby glass with his fin.

"That so did not answer my question."

"Young man," the penguin looks up to you, though it's hard to tell if he's looking directly at you or in your general vicinity, "Do you know what it means to be a good bartender?"

"Pardon?"

"Comfort," the penguin explains as he shoots a laser beam from his eyes directly to the glass he was cleaning, "And theatrics."

"Whoa, okay, hello," you meagerly yelp out as bits of glass fly everywhere, "This has GOT to be a dream!"

Bizarre Slime Drunkenship:
A distant dreamlike room that invites emollition, a sort of magnetic feeling of longing and comfort. Your eyelids feel as if they were being anchored down, a feeling of distant heavy and sheepish emotion; the atmosphere of dignified class injecting subliminal reposeful imagery directly into your stimulus. The dimmed lights do little to shield the impressive variety of spirits layered across like a huntsman's trophies. A fined carved wooden bar stretched from the center of the room with a fine velvet furnish...

A floating metal circle hovers before you, an open invitation to your stature. A bar stool, it's goal and meaning require it to keep shoulder your deepest burdens and listen to your most loathsome sorrows...

The bartender welcomes you, as if you were always welcome. As if you found your way home after a long and arduous journey. He pours you a drink, your favorite drink. A testament to how important you are to this establishment. Like a the merry reunion of two life time friends...

You glance up at the bartender.

There's an emperor penguin with bushy yellow eyebrows wearing a bartender's uniform.

"So you've finally come..."

The penguin has Norio Wakamoto's voice.

...

You put down the drink glass and nod very solemnly to yourself.

"Is this a dream?"

"Pardon the brusqueness, but there appears to be some disconnect with alcoholism and spirits," the penguin explains as he begins to clean a nearby glass with his fin.

"That so did not answer my question."

"Young man," the penguin looks up to you, though it's hard to tell if he's looking directly at you or in your general vicinity, "Do you know what it means to be a good bartender?"

"Pardon?"

"Comfort," the penguin explains as he shoots a laser beam from his eyes directly to the glass he was cleaning, "And theatrics."

"Whoa, okay, hello," you meagerly yelp out as bits of glass fly everywhere, "This has GOT to be a dream!"