Damn Spatials John Mantral thought to himself as he landed his Greyhound on the heavily used landing strip of Alcatraz. He hopped out of the cockpit and headed straight for the stairwell, not bothering with the little man holding a cliboard and pen in his direction. I won't be here that long he thought to himself as he entered one of his favourite places in the Galaxy, the bar.
He took a table near the window and pulled a cigarette out from one of his pockets. He pushed it to his mouth and gave a sigh of relief. He had a massive group laughing at another table, tangled in deep conversation.
Neural-Typicals, i'll never understand them.
'What can I get ya? The bartender had walked over to his table.
'Just a Liberty Ale, and a bottle of Wiskey.'
'You got it.'
The bartender returned several minutes later with his Ale, Wiskey and a cup.
'Take the cup, I won't be needing it.' Mantral said before the bartender had even reached his table.
He glanced at the bottle and took a long sip, relieved to have some rest. Hopefully i'll run into another Spatial tomorrow.
[17:45:39] Wolfs Ghost (Murphy): Tom, you have problems. Go kill yourself.
[19:25:12] Johnny (Jam): Tomtom, I will beat you with a spoon.
[14:22:56] Prarabdh Thakur: KILL HIM WITH A SHEEP.
[17:40:48] Eagle (Junes): Tom should be slapped with a spoon.
[11:32:18] Warspite: Thank you for being so awesome Tom. <3
[18:17:36] Metano: I love you tomtom
[20:06:24] Warspite: I will seriously give you epic head.
' Wrote:Edit: also, Tomtomrawr, fappin' like a boss.
