Re: Professor Anthrax’s Musty Old Barroom

[Herr D]

[Herr D comes in, sits down, watches bartender a moment, nods, picks up extra tap, attaches to self between third eyestalk and seventh tentacle–the blue one, pours sticky green smoke-like liquid into spare glass. Watches nearest other patron recoil, sighs in subsonic pitch, reabsorbs green stuff.] One Coke no ice, please. What’s a Duke Nukem?