Preparations were complete, pizza was on stand-by to be delivered, appetizers in the mix, and an army of mini-tux'd dingbots were armed with drink dispensers, olives on those plastic drink spears, and Scorpy tending bar (for those who were brave enough to have a drink precisely mixed by a rather large battleclank
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...or pass out under the table, in which case John'll toss you through the portal by 10am the next morning.
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