| Author | Bar "At Mount" |
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| In a pleasant corner of the Empire located this small bar. It gathers people and peacefully talk about something. Here smell barbecue, tobacco and booze. Here you can always find a friend-and then what to talk calmly to drink beer, or mend a duel. |
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Howdy Mate
Up for a Beer ? |
A Klingon warrior in ceremonial dress entered the bar.
- Can I have a vial of blood wine, please? |
| The bar tender replied, "This is a bar, not a blood bank!" |
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Actually, Worf told himself that this puny place could at least offer him a Gah if there is no blood wine on tap.
"Since there is no choice, I will settle for prune juice", - decided the Klingon and ordered a big cardboard box of juice. |
A short bandit with a scout's cape, silently enters the bar, takes a corner seat, and mutters to himself..
- I do not understand why Master Yoda has personally asked me, the great Moose, to stalk this puny klingon. He must be of some special importance to the empire. |
