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[ The feed opens inside a bar, the decor of which can best be described as "the circus comes to Florida." There's an inordinate amount of neon signs on the walls, as well as the head of a taxidermied alligator wearing enormous novelty sunglasses. The soft yet somehow ominous clucking of chickens can be heard from somewhere offscreen.

James places a martini glass full to the brim with olives and, it's safe to assume, a small amount of actual martini, on the bar. ]

I call it the Cyclops Orgy. [ stage whisper: ] See, the olives are the eyes?

Now, while I'm obviously fan-gosh-darn-tastic at naming drinks, even a genius has to admit when he could use some fresh ideas. So! You submit your best boozy drink names — recipes optional — and if I use yours, you may win faaabulous prizes, including but not limited to: unlimited whack-a-mole tickets, a set of lawn flamingos that I decorated myself, aaand possibly even the world's cutest pony!

Comments

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Don't give Mick any of those flamingos.

[He's seen that reply and he's just trying to stay ahead of the curve.

Mick's nice. Mick might want to honour his friend's present and actually display it. Mick lives with Leonard.

So no. No.]

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What was that? Give Mick all the flamingos?

[catchacold]

How much do you want?

[Is he willing to pay to keep flamingos out of his house? You bet.]

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I'm more of a "vague and undefined favors to be cashed in later" kind of guy, personally.