In which Rantzien enters the bar.

Rantz: Hey Foa! Pour me a vermouth on the rocks will ya?

Foa: Sure thing boss!

Rantz: I'm not your boss! I'm a regular user *sighs*

(A sudden reverie)

I remember the old days - when the site used to be popular - boy, the fun we had! And -

(He's cut off by Freya)

Freya: Excuse me Rantz, but I'm afraid I'm going to have to get you to stop waxing philiisophical and just focus on ordering your drink.

Rantz (creativity annuled!): Alright then!

*foa pours the drink and shoots it across the bar*

Rantz: Hey! Thanks ma'am!

fire_of_avalon: N.P!

Loony Bob looks on in distress.

Quin vomits again, looking fondly at some diapers.

Milf: Well, this sure took a turn. But maybe we should inject some political theory later! You know, the FUN stuff. Amirite?

Slothy enters the scene.

Slothy: Neil De Grasse Tyson and Jagmeet Singh are the only valid paths towards climate change action!

Loony Bob, from above: Thanks for that.

Dynast-Kid enters.: Hey everyone. I'm just here to take a few pictures, maybe grab a beer, and leave. Laters!

The mafia are called.

Mafia "Hit Guy": Hi everyone! I'm not really a hit person, or indeed an undercover cop. I'm just here to make fun of the situation, by turning around and walking away!

But it gets better!

Here comes Agent Cooper. In a shocking turn, Kyle McLachlan enters. "Dougie Jones! Jade give two rides!" and, similarly, leaves.

Goldenboko and Leen-Leen are playing chess in the corner.

Goldenboko: What the hell are these people even doing anymore?

Leen-Leen: I dunno!