no robot bartenders
puke knocks away the broken robot debries from behind the bar, and reaches under the counter with two massive pseudopods. Ripping out a keg of Spaten, he places it solidly on top of his amorphous mass.
A dull thunk is heard as some unseen (yet solid and sharp) part of puke punctures the bottom of the keg, and begins to empty it.
The blob of vomit waddles out from behind the bar, with the now-draining-keg still sitting atop his "head."
"fine, i got my own drink. now dont make me throw something heavy."
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...the green, sticky spawn of the stars
(with apologies to H.P.L.)
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