ooc: Hey, where the heck was I when all that HHGTTG shtuff was going on? dagnabbit...
Kraftdinnerclone meditates on a table in the center of the bar. The other patrons ignore her and write her off as a freakshow, which is probably the best thing to do. She signals to the oversized cat-like being that sits in the corner, and it trots over and jumps into her lap. This combination of movements throws something in the universe just a little bit off, and everything in the bar is clouded with a purple haze for a few seconds, then returns to normal except for Yellow, who has now acquired a greenish tint. Meh.
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I'm not trying to strangle you... this is just an extremely violent neck massage.
(This message has been edited by kraftdinnerclone (edited 08-25-2003).)