Oracles of Dumb

[Zorga, Oracle of Rum]

Would you like some, gnimbley?

[Mangrove]

who wants to dance with....the oracle of rhumba?  

[Zorga, Oracle of Rum]

Yes!! Zorga loves to dance.
How perceptive of you, dear man.

[Mangrove]

sings: long and tall and doo doo doo...that girl from principia...doo doo

<rhumbas back to the bar>

[Zorga, Oracle of Rum]

Did someone say "bar"?
Zorga will go with you.

[The Open Bar]

someone call?

[Zorga, Oracle of Rum]

There you are!
Zorga has been looking for you.

[The Open Bar]

<OB arrives with quality rum>

we've got the usual stuff and a bottle of rum with this chunky gook floating in it.

[East Coast Hustle]

hey, OB...while you're here, I'd love a Dark & Stormy...

1/2 Gosling's Black Seal rum

1/2 Ginger Beer (preferrably one with some bite)

poured over ice in a tall glass

1 wedge of lime, crushed

2 drops Angostura bitters

stir.

drink.

repeat as necessary.

[East Coast Hustle]

...we've got the usual stuff and a bottle of rum with this chunky gook floating in it.

ya know, the racial epithet is bad enough, but d'ya have to make fun of fat people in the same sentence?

[Hoshiko]

And what about those of us who are buoyantly challenged? Hmmm?

[agent compassion]

::slides slowly under the table::

Ahhh....

[Bella]

Hey! I was under here first.
But that's okay, there's room for at least two.

[agent compassion]

Hey, I have an idea.

::puts a small space heater under the table, and then throws a large blanket over the table so that it drapes over all the edges to the floor::

Now we have a korsi!  

[Bella]

Yahoo. We're playing fort!