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| Hello, and welcome to Unhappy Hour at Chez Gothy's. Absinthe is just 25 cents a glass, from five o'clock until we all kill ourselves. | |
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| Actually, I'm here for Bad Poetry Night? | |
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| Third door on the left. Don't expect any applause. Hello; welcome to Chez Gothy's. Table for one? | |
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| Could I just use your restroom? | |
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| There is no rest for the wicked. You may end the torment of a full bladder in our temporary respite-room, down the hall to your right. | |
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| Hey there, Floyd. Time for your regular unhealth inspection again. I trust all of your patrons are in the proper sickly condition? | |
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