Re: Planet bar v7.12
*Gryffin had just started to wave for the barman to get him his pint only to find his hand got blown off. Frowning, he concentrates, and the spattered remains jump off the walls, swirling into a red hurricane around the end of his arm, and when the motion dies down, a new, if rather sore and red looking, hand has replaced the bloody stump. Gryffin shakes his head; he doesn't like telemorphics, even if he is damn good at it. Deciding waving isn't going to work, he vaults the bar and begins to pour himself a pint, while blinking the money out of his wallet and into the till.*
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