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Three figures appear just inside the triple marine varnished authentic swinging doors.

Curley


Larry


and Moe


They are the Cloud Castle's Chief Enforcers and they are hunting Legolas...

Well, there sure were some interesting folks in here about six months ago.

It's pretty quiet right now.

Barkeep? Hello? Whoever's here, could I get a Dalwhinnie, please?

Thanks!

that sounds good! may I join you?

Anytime, old friend.

Old-fashioned for me, please

rum and coke, por favor ...

(see how I resisted saying 'chum and coke')

I feel like an appletini. A butch one, though. So serve it in a dirty mug, please.

hi guys. vodka and soda. no soda.

and a comfy chair.....

It's good to see this place full of friends again. I wish Semi would pop in. Till then, though, a toast to Legion World and the LMB.

I'll have Disaster Boy's soda--and some vodka of my own.

ditto!

Hey, guys! Some diet whatever, barkeep!

<glances over a little shyly>

uh...hey, Rocky!

<fires up piano with Giant Robotic Lesbian>

Well GRL, still remember the words to Que Sera, Sera? You know you're gorgeous when you channel Dorris Day.

<sighs>

Hi, Lardy.

Where have you been? And exactly what's happened to you?

Lardy has slipped into another universe where he thinks he's Andy Griffith.

Ahhh, one of my favorite hangouts!

<rolls eyes at Huey>

<turns back to Rocky>

Er...well, I've, er, been shot in the head--but I'm MUCH better now!

<shakes his head>

Lardi's no longer in the house, Rocky. But I've lost my powers.

I'm just "Officer Taylor", now. I've...just been trying to get my head together ever since.

<in the background, GRL and Cobie are leading a rousing chorus of some non-nonsensical tune, clinking mugs of beer together>

<While sipping his vodka and soda, HWW wonders if he slipped into another dimension, would he become Major Anthony Nelson of I Dream of Jeannie?>

<Rocky shakes his head>

Oh, Dywh! <Embraces Officer Taylor> I'm glad you're all right. <Suddenly much more serious>

Did you say you lost your powers?

Yeah, that whole "shot in the head" thing did a number on me.

<shakes head>

It's tough for a guy like me to be powerless, y'know. I...haven't dealt with it well in the past.

So I've been trying to deal with it as best I can. With my putting you thru all that Lardi business...not being myself, well, it didn't seem fair to have you deal with another of my problems.

<sips his soda and stares into the glass>

I sometimes wonder if you ever, truly realized what you were getting into when you fell for a headcase like me.

No, I guess I didn't. <Embraces him again and begins to tear up>.

Umm, Lar--er--Offi--Anthony. There's something you probably need to know. I guess you've learned by now that Pyngwyny culture has a lot of strange rules. Some might not make any sense to an outsider.

There's no problem with a prince of the House of Rockhopper being paired with another male. There's no problem with my being paired with someone from another planet or another species or someone who is not of noble birth. <Begins to cry> But--well--for a male potentially to become part of the House of Rockhopper with no powers--it's unheard of. I don't know if it will be allowed. <Gets up> You'll have to excuse me. <Runs out of the bar>

<is frozen and agape as Rocky leaves>

...gods...

<slides his vodka no soda over to Officer Taylor>

oh don't look so glum.

well i'll show you some moves and then you can impress them with martial arts and say "ha! that's about as good as a super power!"

(and then defeat their most powerful penguin in single combat)

or, if that fails, i've still got some gadgets from the anti-matterverse. my home sweet home. which might work to fake a super power.

lets see .... <riffles through pants > well you can't have my Father Box or my MegaRod but i've got some sort of laser pen that has "best western" written on it!! we can stick it in you eye socket and you can shoot a lazer out one of your eyes ... just have to rig some sort of way for you to pull the trigger without you sticking your fingers in your new bloody eye hole. hmmm. let me think about this one.

<digs further down in his pants>

ah hah! flight ring? weather control apparatus? what else have i got ......

force field belt? Irradiated spider? we could just write Mono Lad across your chest.

or if that fails we could just take a trip to durla <cough> <ahem> excuse me. I mean your your home planet to try and use some ancient machine to irradiate you and restore your powers, which will be painful, but the good news is you can finally make that challenge for tribal leadership you've been meaning to get around to. If you can't get your father to go, I'm down.

<orders a round of vodka for Officer Taylor, Disaster Boy, and himself>

Lissen to da man, Officer. You got lotsa talent.

'Sides, if Rocky doesn't accept you for who you are, you're too good for him!

*hic*