04-08-2005, 12:39 PM
*turns around when he feels the sudden rise in heat and focuses on the new comer with the trench coat completely disreguarding the previous man he was talking to*
"HAY!"
*goes and gets his gloves and hat previously left sitting on the bar and walks up to the new comer and taps him on the head with his gnarled walking stick*
"Would you mind keeping your opinions to yourself there...buddy. You think loud enough to wake the dead."
*taps the new comer on the head again and turns and walks back to set his hat and gloves back down at the bar and returns to pestering the strange looking one*
"HAY!"
*goes and gets his gloves and hat previously left sitting on the bar and walks up to the new comer and taps him on the head with his gnarled walking stick*
"Would you mind keeping your opinions to yourself there...buddy. You think loud enough to wake the dead."
*taps the new comer on the head again and turns and walks back to set his hat and gloves back down at the bar and returns to pestering the strange looking one*
"One murder makes a villain, millions a hero. "
- Beilby Porteus, Death, A Poem