known as the last bastion of free thinking minds in the multiverse, reportedly once used as an unofficial hangout for the F/U (Fictionionus/Ultimatum) Ooorah’s disgruntled crewmembers, suicidal stowaways, lost slaves, pissed-off passengers, sadsack soldiers, cross-eyed pilots, disillusioned religious zealots plus the various rapid vermin, carrion scavengers, cutthroat cowards, backstabbing traitors, outright thieves, bloodthirsty murders, purple-eyed butt-munching ‘Smurffs’, scummy window-licking nipple-dicked ballsack tasters.
And of course we have you, my friend til the end. Much love and respect. Thank you for being there with me. Times are hard and getting tougher. I wish you luck. But I just wanted you to know your support was important to me.
And of course, last and by far the least, there is me, the former barkeep. Once steadfast soldier of the watpadian realm of utopian wattonian wattpaniness. One time herald of creations beyond our own. Explorer of existences you can’t see from this one. Now just some barfly.