"Precisely the place I wanted to see," Strat murmurs, letting the front door of Milliways swing shut behind him and heading over to the Bar to find a towel.

Strat does occasionally do something that is not related to his investigation.

Right now, for example, he is sitting out by the lake with a violin, making beautiful music.

and 4, and 5( a, b, c)

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His investigation continues apace.

Now he is sitting at the bar with a bottle of beer and a contemplative expression. Occasionally, he sips. Between times, he studies the bottle-the typesetting on the label, the play of light through the glass.

"I will abide by your decision, of course. But tell me, why are you refusing to distribute this substance? Is it toxic, or a weapon?"

Strat picks up the napkin that Bar gives him by way of response.

He begins to chuckle.

You know what's awesome?

Walking into the bar not bleeding from anywhere.

That's awesome.

At least, it is if you have Stratocaster's history of dramatic entrances.

Whistling a cheerful tune, he proceeds Barward to grab a beer.

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