Rickton makes hay. HAYMAKER.

duke decides the bar is shot up enough and stops his rampage. He goes back to his ship and invades Earth (or wherever this bar is in the universe) and captures it. He then declares free root beer throught the world.

Jeffie dies.

Freq is beamed by Scotty up.

Jeffie begins to wonder just what hit Freq in the head... it had a stamp on the side that said scotty up... but what does it mean??

"free rounds to who ever can tell me what a scotty up is!"

Rickton reveals the secret:

It's so terrible that the Internet erases it.

Luke fades back into existence and cries at the state of things. Cries like a baby.

Upon hearing the baby's crying, Jeffie wrings it neck and tosses it into the acid pit.
Feeling good about himself, Jeffie gets another drink.

Hamster jumps in after the baby, but the sudden movement is too jarring after the period of torpid silence, and he falls on the ground instead.

A troop of chupacabras in white tuxedos enter the bar, and begin playing shuffleboard on the floor.

Jeffie joins the mythical beasts, and just for kicks, eats one's face off.

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Rickton summons the Mothman, who kicks the goatsuckers' scrawny asses.

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But Batra steps in wearing spats, and Mothman is distracted enough to be eaten by Mecha-Ghidora III, which resembles a toaster with arms.

Jeffie nabs one of the toaster's arms, and has a good meal. High in Iron!

Freq asks himself, if Hamster2 is the same person like Hamster.

Jeffie questions the recent lack of activity in the bar, and looks around, noticing that everyone had a sudden bout of narcolepsy.
"Huh..."

Hamster2 asks himself, if Frequency 245 is the same person like yes.

"Huh, what?"

remembers what he was doing

forgets what he was doing

"Well then I guess I--"

narcolepsy strikes again!

--<<DON'T FORGET TO CHECK OUT THE NEW UPCOMING MOVIES IN THE SLEEPY POOP HEAD SERIES: NARCOLEPSY STRIKES BACK and RETURN OF THE NARCOLEPTICS!!!>>--

Fettrin kicks in the door, bitchin like

HELL YEAH!

Pours out ammo, bitcha-bitcha-bitchin like

HELL YEAH!

Orders a drink with some kickass s### like

HELL YEAH!

Jumps in the acid pit like

HELL YEAH!

DE comes in and sees Luke crying. Poor, poor Luke. The Bar is not in a good shape, but we need old people like you to return here to keep its true mission going.

DE grabs a root beer.

True mission...

HELL YEAH!

narcolepy strikes back

like yes...