Pokes with broom* get off! We need that! And its 3:45 in the afternoon!
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*wakes up shivering* (O_O ) what the fudge guy? *hands jug of ice* Cantusethecellarcantusethedamnicemachineguessijusfksjbsjsihgenblamit AND WHERE THE HELL IS THAT CHEESE?!
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*throws you onto a bar stool* We dont sell cheese. *bar cleaning continues*
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*gently removes counters hands* I know what we sell sweetheart. I know what we don't sell. Thanks for being helpless, Fletch hooked me up anyhow.