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*I take the whiskey and I get out a paper with classified information and I read it*
I'll drink it when I'm good and ready...
*5 seconds later*
Alright, I'm ready. *drinks it*
Brocklandia and The plague docterr
*I finish the whiskey and stand up*
I make you sit down
What?
*Hands you envelope with classified info and leaves*
*I walk out too*
We are outside.
"We have our orders. Lets go."
*I nod my head*
We walk to the palace.
KAISERREICH
Exchanging secret information.
What kind of leaves? Oak? Elm? Sycamore? And why are you keeping them in an envelope with classified information? You'd have more room in the envelope for leaves if you threw out the classified information. No one wants to see that anyway.
Well, I can't say for sure, but I think you just got some exercise. I know it sounds scary, but most physicians tell me a little exercise is good for you.
But then, if you're concerned about what's good for you, why are you here in this Bar?
We are both people that want to take out opposing gangster gangs! And we were exchanging information in that subject.
Do these opposing gangster gangs have an OnlyFans page? How much per month?
Hmmm, let's see what's on the news.
*turns on radio*
Radio: A mysterious explosion engulfed severa-
*switches stations*
Radio: Nuclear tensions rising as the negotiations continue to-
*switches stations*
Radio: A truck was stolen today from a drug farm, after a vicious shoot-
*switches stations*
Radio:A plane carrying $1 billion dollars went down over the zombie infested flooded city of-
*switches station*
OOC:If anyone wants to add any more stories to the radio, I'm fine with it.
Just for the record, I know nothing about that plane. *The penguin goes back to cleaning a glass with a hamster*
The goblin shrieks, leaps on a table, and snarls at the janitor. Obviously he took the wrong dimension gate, over there in this other dimension from which he just came from seconds ago.
For a moment he thinks 'Hey, I know this guy from these much thumbed magazines that I keep under my mattress and just take out at night to turn loneliness into joy'
But then he decides to escape by jumping through the closed window. The glass is more resilient than the goblin himself. So he ends up motionlessly on the floor. And I think he is dead.
Brocklandia and Sexy-cheerleaders
...Okay. *goes back to the radio*
Radio: We need reinforc-
*switches stations*
Radio: Afraid of nuclear annihilation? Buy a bunker for only-
*switches stations*
Radio: KILL YOUR FAM-
*switches stations*
Radio: Do you want a toaster? Well, too bad! We-
*switches stations*
Radio: -down to Big Bill Hell's Cars! Bad Deals! Cars that break down! Thieves!-
*switches station*
The gang is based in the 1920's so they would not have OnlyFans pages!
I dunno about that. Retro is in again--and the gang shouldn't ignore a reliable revenue stream, even if it involves the use of stereographs.
*sighs and pulls out his gun* It is the 1920's so there was no computers!
Sheesh. Why is everyone so amazed that I outlawed pants? I mean, it's not like I cured cancer. I set my goals more realistically.
Hey, 
Zombie Penguins!--There's another body over here for you to haul off to the meat locker. Make it snappy. Goblin meat spoils so quickly, you know.
Hello!
Stereographs don't need computers, only a camera. And what's the difference between an OnlyFans account and a fan club that sends you photos of your favorite stars in the mail for a membership fee? The only difference I see is the delivery speed ... and, uhm, maybe the frequency of genitalia appearing in the photos.
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