No Dachi waves his hand dismissively.
"Fine, fine, fine, Fluffie's allowed to smoke all the cannabis he wants. You, on the other hand..." He says, pointing at AcidK, who is wreathed in cigar smoke, "are not except from this rule. Normally I'd let you off except you
didn't use the 
smilie either! What do you think this is, some kind of crazy bar where people don't use the
smilie and get to smoke all the damn cigars they please?! Fie! Fie I say!" No Dachi hammers his fist down on a large red button marked 'Fluff-Com' and yells urgently into a microphone that appears seemingly from nowhere. "Yo,
Dude Fluffie, we've got a
rule breaker here. You know what to do...ehehehehehe...ahahahahahaHAHAHAHAHAHA!" No Dachi lapses into hysterical laughter, staring the whole time at AcidK out of the corner of his eye, before once more clearing his throat, and turning to face Kama.
"You get a 20% discount for being so
. Unfortunatly, since you've got a
dry old stick, you have to pay the Dry Old Stick Tax, which is 20% extra." As he says this, he reaches beneath the bar and comes up with a large glass bottle. A label on the side reads 'WATER, PREMIUM TRIPPLE
EXTRA!', as well as a danger warning from the Health Ministry. Vapour from the dry ice that the bottle was stored in billows into the air. No Dachi produces a glass from beneath the table, as well as a welder's mask and a pair of long tongs. He steps back from the bar, closes the tongs around the bottle and puts the welder's mask on over his face. Slowly and carefully, he lifts the bottle up, turns it slowly horizontally, and pours water into the glass untill it is full. Not a drop is spilled. No Dachi breathes a sigh of relief, and in doing so spills a single drop of the water from the mouth of the bottle. It falls toward the bar. No Dachi sees it. "OH SWEET JESUS!" He yells, throwing himself flat on the ground, managing to catch the falling bottle with both hands. He puts it on the ground and covers his head with his hands. The drop of water, meanwhile, hits the bar and makes a tiny splash mark. No Dachi remains on the ground. After a few seconds, he lifts himself into a wary crouching position and looks at the splash mark carefully. He stands up, takes the welder's mask off, and straightens a non-existent necktie. "Ahem. You can never be too careful with this stuff..." Producing the tongs again, he pushes the glass across the bar toward Kama. "£30 for that, including the discount and the extra tax."
He turns to Fishbone. "When you've decided what you want to drink, you just tell me, okay? Then I'll ignore you as is customary."
Lastly, he turns to Bakan. "Another glass for the gentleman? Very well..." Once again, he reaches beneath the bar, producing another glass of golden, foaming beer. He produces a particularly gaudy looking pill, which is green at one end and neon pink at the other. "Looks like the gentleman is lucky," He says to Bakan as he puts the pill into the beer, "...and probably dead." He adds, speaking to noone in particular.