*Phil gets up off the stool awkardly, knocking it over. Raises his glass in his hand and says,"Play me a song, you're the piano man." (Sorry about that.) (Rewind.) Raises his glass in his hand asnd says,"I've taken a professional Myers-Briggs Type Indicator test! Aren't you excited?"
*Bottles are thrown. Herve exclaims,"Look! Why should i have a mac with glue when it can be made from horses on a graphics chip?"
*Phil hits herve in the head with a coconut. (Drained.)
Phil goes on with his story. *Unmuffled groaning from the assembly.
"I've been reclassified as an ENTP. You better appreciate me or I will criticize you, especially those of you who seem to be inefficient or incompetent."
*Admiral gets up off the floor. Rasies his hand. "Are you talking about me?"
Phil snaps,"Shut your beer hole. Go back to sleep."
*Admiral hits the deck.
*The BeeGees come on the juke. A man in white polyester comes dancing down an aisle. What once was a faded wood floor, is not a rainbow of lighted squares. We have been transported to Queens. Klink hoots with joy. His cab fare will be much cheaper now.
*Ed is in the corner playing cards, smoking a huge cigar. There are two girls on either side of him. He's talking about the rampant spread of wrongism in todays society. The girls seem very interested. Herve comes over, and discovers that one of the women is samantha fox. Herve hits the deck. Right next to admiral.
*The bartender is admin, or better know as "macd" to regulars of the bar. He pours with extreme ability, as though he has been doing this all his life. The bartender looks forward to bigger, brighter things. HE wants everyone in the bar to join him there. Everyone there likes macd, except Manic, who sits in the corner and tries to nurse his feet back to health. His effort is made in vain though, since windows help has told him to rub salt into the wounds. He shrieks in pain. A pint glass, directed by racer x, meets manic in the face.
Would anyone like to continue?
Sorry for the harshness Admiral, but you know how it is....