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Post by Tovarisch Khrushchev on May 13, 2007 15:48:57 GMT -5
Tovarisch burst through the barricades, wincing as he realized what he had just done. He scrambled to form a solid barricade, but managed only to place a few chairs in front of the door.
"I'm sure someone will take care of all of this later."
He brushed a small bit of dirt off his glimmering white suit and took a staggered step to the bar. He had his usual drunk walk about him, and had obviously made a full recovery.
"The place looks..." Tovarisch glanced around at the slightly changed appearance of the Elbow Room. "Cozy... I at least hope I can still get a drink. My Vodka supply is running low. Ivan runs a dry hospital. With that being said..."
Tovarisch downed the bottle of vodka and his face scrunched up as the fire water scorched his throat. "AHHHH AQUA LUNG!"
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