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Re: Bar Brawl
In the restroom, Ur_Quan finds several unconscious drunks, but none of them has a shirtsize that comes close enough. Returning to the room, Ur_Quan grabs a nearby tablecloth, tears a large enough hole in it and puts his head through, narrowing his eyes to small slits, peering around the room, prepared to kill the first bastard that laughs at him.
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It's bad enough that life is a rat-race,
but why do the rats always have to win?
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