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The Regular's Drink.

"Give me another."
But you've already had another.

"Fuck!

Another!"


"Okay, here have another."
Would you like it through a straw?

"What the fuck!

You offer me a straw?
A FUCKING STRAW?!

I'll take two."


"Fantastic! And what are these?"
Why those? Those are grenades.

"Pull the pin, would you?"

But of course.
"Now, cast it to the sun."

"But we are indoors?"

Precisely!
Cover your ears

"Well... shit!"
A GOOD EXPLOSION!

That fucking kid
his guts are in my drink!

"Oh, you're a regular are you?"

Fuck no?

But I'll have another!
This tastes good!

"We're out of grenades."

FUCK!
The bartender's been stabbed.

"Stabbed with a stake."

Right through the damn eye!

"Well... shit!"

There's a box
a box of grenades.

"Ah, regulars."
Written by AscensionES (Aptilneilrionaltion)
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