Post by Tovarisch Khrushchev on Jul 27, 2007 11:31:24 GMT -5
Tovarisch groggily lifts the door to the cellar open, and stumbles over the bar, nearly dropping his now nearly empty bottle of C4NT Vodka. He brushes off his suit, which has become dusty during his absence. He rubs his eyes, yawns, and with a few coughs begins to speak.
"What'd I miss?"
"What'd I miss?"