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*Septim pours Cedric a third Tasidian Draught.

*Septim snaps his finger and Slasher runs out. Slasher begins drawing facial hair, glasses, and "I hate everybody" on Cedric's face with a sharpie..

*Slasher shreds Demonsul's hand when he tries to take the sharpie and makes several loud (and insulting) mongoose noises before continuing his artwork.

*Slasher shruggs and runs over to where Cedric fell, he then finishes drawing several rude comments on his face.

"*mongoose noises*"

*Slasher runs away with the sharpie.

*Two Cedric clones run in and carry off the unconscious one.  Several minutes later a single clone walks in and sits down at the bar*

"I would like my usual drink Septim..."

"Okay, where the hell is he?"

*to Slasher, feeling slightly ridiculous "Do you have more of those Sharp-ee things? If so can I borrow one?"

*Slasher made another mongoose noise.

"He says he has no idea what you're talking about..." says Septim, "He also says he denies all involvement...and...that he did not have sex with that woman."

"Well, seeing as both Cedric and I are leaving, I will be giving Demonsul the position of barkeep until my return. I leave in around twenty hours, but I want to give him a good warning," said Septim, "If he accepts, good, if not, I guess Grubbs'll have to do..."

*Runs back in*

"NEVER!!!"

*Runs out*

[[Be back tomorrow night ;) ]]

*Septim walks out the door.

"Good luck," says Septim

*Septim leaves.

"Why should I care? I don't intervene into your life usually, so I don't know ore care what you usually drink. I'm only here for a single day, name a drink when you want one..."

*serves Delran a Septim Shot anyway

*Slasher walks out and looks at Delran, he then looks at Demonsul.

"*mongoose noises*"

Translation: "You're not Septim...neither are you..."

*Slasher looks around the taverne and doesn't see Septim, he then lets out a long mourneful cry before going back into its home: Septim's Footlocker.

*Slasher shreds Arvious into dust.

"*mongoose noises*"

*Slasher runs away.

"Wow Slasher sure knows how to deal with attacks upon the tavern*

*Drinks and spits

"What the hell is this piece of *beep*? Make me another one! Better this time!"

"Gimme some wiskey with vodka and lemon juice! One part wiskey, one part vodka three parts lemon juice."

"HMMM!!!!!!!!! Nice and smooth! I shall call it........Andorian Drink!"

"Slasher, if you think you are better you name it!"

*Slasher pops his head out of the footlocker.

"*mongoose noises*"

Translation: "Here's a good name: Lack-of-Imagination Lager!"

*Slasher goes back into the footlocker.

"Here is an idea: Andorian Slasher! Like it?"

*Arvious's dust blows off from the bar and lands on the footlocker and rings the doorbell which was strangely on it.*

*Arvious's dust spell the words: I have the human flesh and sp@m pizza you ordered thirty minutes ago.*

"Hmm...this is a long drink. Hard Lemon! Any comments?"

*Arvious somehow manages to be able to carry the gold, go to the bank, and come back.*