Belly up to the bar, Drinks are on me!

[I]Mandara K stumbles out from the back room; bleary-eyed and confused.

Where am I? Oh yeah, wasn’t I here last night?

Gosh, I need coffee, Tylenol, and a cigarette in that order.

What’s going on? What did I miss?

Hey, is there going to be a fight? I sense
blood in the air; I guess I’ll sit over here quietly and watch the action; hey I’m all for a good fight if it is clean, fair and not over something assinine like….. men, or just because you think you should be tough. That’s crap. Violence never solved a damn thing; but don’t let me stop you; kick the **** out of each other if you want to; as long as no body else gets hurt and since your hand isn’t on the big red button to blow us to kingdom come, get it out of your system so the rest of us can enjoy the evening.

Or all this tough talk just fore-play, hmm? I say, skip the violence then and just take your little lover’s spat outside.

I WANT COFFEE NOW!!!! Please.

Who is going to sing? I WANT REGGAE!!!!!