[mccloud]

"Heureka!" McCloud cries as he suddenly materializes with his arm in a beer. Happy to be in his own universe, he orders some coffee and turns round looking . His head is spining in a figure of eight and there's a top on his lap .
Just a moment ago, he was looking at a polar spherical representation of E=mc2. Now he wonders aloud "Do i need glasses?" mumbling "...preferably not smashed on my nosebone...", feeling a bit self conscious.

[mkirkpatrick]

Michael turns from the next table over and says, "Hello and welcome Mccloud to the Many-Worlds Pub, I see you are already getting aquainted with our well stocked bar.
Look forward to watching you remove your arm from your mighty tall beer mug!

[theunify]

Year 19,999 the year we had quantum "travelers" from all around
. as he slips into an atom-lit lamp lasers bar that smells like sweets. Looking over to the bar *long thought out pause he reckognizes someone has just come back to 'Heureka' from one of those quantum space missions we all heard on the radio the other day. Nods to Michael, Jon says "Get this man a couple of those sweets, he's a hero now"
But Jon is quickly taken up by his lack of experience at drinking and settles back down a little smaller in his seat waiting for tales from the quantum journey. confused by his experience the bar patron gobbles up 10 ounces of pure hash tasting fudge and he went to the hospital and died in a coma.

[theunify]

5 minutes passes

Wait Suddenly he reapears, and is just saying "relax guys I was kidding this brownie wasn't infected from worm hole bacteria."

[theunify]

Originally Posted by theunify 5 minutes passes Wait Suddenly he reapears, and is just saying "relax guys I was kidding this brownie wasn't infected from worm hole bacteria."

He was telling a story from another planet, Jon REalized and wasn't sick at all
"profet enters the pub,
dressed like a monk,
he had been through a 3 month coma,and the only person in the bar that recognized him was his old friend guille,
they sat downand guille ofered profet a beer , he said no, instead he ordered the most expensive vodka in the bar,
after 20 minits of guille asking question profet answered them in 47 seconds with artificial precision, then he said:
a deal is a deal:
and gave guille a box, not only with 100 per cent of his thoughts. but with the whole world he had gone throuhg with the coma,
guille laoughed out laud, in the box it said:dearest memories
but when guille looked up there was only an emty glass and a bill for an 9 dolar vodka,

profet was gone,




without paying."

jON MUTTERS TO HIMSELF so they are cheap asses on every planet, hEUREKA