Challenge #00695 - A330: One Dank Afternoon in a Dungeon Pub

A skeleton walks into a bar and says “Get me a beer and a mop!”

“Har har har,” droned the barman, who happened to be a troll. “Like I don’t hear that every day.”

“Can’t blame a lich for trying to put a smile on that ugly puss.”

“Trolls don’t smile,” growled the troll.

“…okay… I guess you can…”

The bartender poured a shot of Lich Lightning, not exactly a beverage, but definitely an intoxicant for the fleshly challenged. A spell in liquid form that acted the same as anything alcoholic. And without the mess.

The skeleton downed it and coughed explosively. “Smooth,” it croaked. It also laid a gold coin on the table.

“Where the heck to you keep those, anyway?” wondered the Troll.

“Don’t ask. If we think about it, we spill.”

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