Bernard heard there was alcohol at this party. Alcohol! He decided he had to attend, after far too long of sitting around burning holes in dwarves, it was time for a drink. He sauntered up, past Jenny's attempt at a pub, trying not to snicker.
A passing idea flickering through his head, he stomped off to find some more paper and pens, then sat himself right next to Jenny's spot, scribbling '', then adding a subtitle of 'I am not your bloody leprechaun.'
He nodded, quite impressed, then dashed off again to find anything vaguely Irish. He ended up with a potato. He drew a smiley face on it and sat it next to his sign. Then he turned to Jenny, "I hope you're not planning on invading any time soon. Tell me if you spot any Guinness, as my potato's looking a tad forlorn."
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Bernard heard there was alcohol at this party. Alcohol! He decided he had to attend, after far too long of sitting around burning holes in dwarves, it was time for a drink. He sauntered up, past Jenny's attempt at a pub, trying not to snicker.
A passing idea flickering through his head, he stomped off to find some more paper and pens, then sat himself right next to Jenny's spot, scribbling '', then adding a subtitle of 'I am not your bloody leprechaun.'
He nodded, quite impressed, then dashed off again to find anything vaguely Irish. He ended up with a potato. He drew a smiley face on it and sat it next to his sign. Then he turned to Jenny, "I hope you're not planning on invading any time soon. Tell me if you spot any Guinness, as my potato's looking a tad forlorn."