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Don't look now, but Agent Zed is stomping into the bar after a long (they're never long enough) absence. Stomp. Stomp. Stomp.
Crree-eeaakk [as he takes a seat at Bar].
"BOURBON!" he roars.
*bamph!* [there's the bourbon]
*bamph!* [there's something else]
Zed eyes the second object suspiciously.
"Bob Wonka's Guide to the Loompas? What kinda Milliways bullshit is this?"
[Say, that wasn't the sound of ominous, foreshadowing thunder on the horizon, was it?]
Crree-eeaakk [as he takes a seat at Bar].
"BOURBON!" he roars.
*bamph!* [there's the bourbon]
*bamph!* [there's something else]
Zed eyes the second object suspiciously.
"Bob Wonka's Guide to the Loompas? What kinda Milliways bullshit is this?"
[Say, that wasn't the sound of ominous, foreshadowing thunder on the horizon, was it?]