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[doc_evil]

*Dr Evil enters the bar holding Mr. Bigglesworth, his lower lip protruding in a clear pout. He takes a seat at the bar and swivels his stool -carefully- to watch the crowd

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[a_lioness]

*Alanna winces, her head not fully recovered enough from this past weekend to handle such offensive singing.*

Sir? Could you possibly keep it down? *She eyes Mr. Bigglesworth.* Oh dear. Did someone curse your cat?

[doc_evil]

*Dr. Evil sticks his chin out and finishes the chorus with gusto.*

I could, but why would I want to? I'm told that my voice is reminiscent of a baby's cry. Everybody loves babies, don't you know? Riiiight. Some more than others... *He sniffs, thinking of Fat Bastard.*

My cat lost his hair in the line of duty. Yeah. It's not nice to mock those that are bald before their time. His fur was liquefied during a brief stint frozen in space. You should try it sometime. Great for the skin.

*He stands, placing his cat on the bar and puffing his chest out.* Who are you?

[a_lioness]

Alanna of Trebond, bar security. *She peers curiously at Mr. Bigglesworth.* Wait until Yrael and Mr. Q get a look at him! I haven't seen you around before. Are you new?

[doc_evil]

Security? *Pleased with this turn of events, he holds his pinky up to his mouth and purses his lips.* Reaaaaally. Right. I don't meet many women security officers. I would question whether or not you are telling me the truth, but I know Frau. Yeah. She once sprained my wrist playing patty cake. It hurt like the de-vil.

I am not new, no. In fact, I've been lurking about for several months now. Perhaps you have heard of me? *he quirks an eyebrow.* I am... *dramatic pause* Dr. Evil.