*wakes up shivering*
(O_O ) what the fudge guy?
*hands jug of ice*
Cantusethecellarcantusethedamnicemachineguessijusfksjbsjsihgenblamit AND WHERE THE HELL IS THAT CHEESE?!
English
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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.