The old wise one, looks up at the foaming drink in Erax's hand, hmmm, "why thank you for the kind drink" replies the older genteelman. As Erax walks away, the wise one, reaches down under the table and opens his mysterious blk bag. He takes out a bottle, pours the foaming liquid into the bottle, seals it, then pulls out an UPS box, puts it in, puts a name tag that says Champagne Immortal on the bottle, writes Erax's address on it and has a FBW take it over to the local UPS and have it shipped
Ah Cipher, I shall endeavor to address your request concerning the foxys FBWs and impart upon them your feeling desire. They shall then enlighten you as to their or her's answer. I'm sure that they shall honor your request as a patron of this establishment.
The old one watches in amusement as GT readies his disemboweling red hot poker cannon. He smiles, orders his usual and proceeds to watch the demise of those who want to dance with the Tigger Enraged....
