[i]The sign outside is old, dusty, and has a few hole in it, but the lights are on and the beer is cold.[/i]
Inside you see a bar, bottles line the shelf behind the counter, and the man behind the counter waves you in.
[b][u]Menu[/u]:[/b]
Bottom shelf: $5
Mid shelf: $10
Top shelf: $20
Craft beers: $12
“Nachos*”: $250
Miscellaneous Limbs: $15
Cocktails: $15
[i]A small disclaimer at the bottom of the menu reads:[/i]
*Under offtopic law any building that serves limbs must also serve normal food, so here is me, technically doing that.
“Come on in, it might be the plague and everything’s on fire, but I’m open for business and free to chat.”
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50 Respostas(The metal being busts through the door with a strange dog-like creature at his side, composed of shards of rock held together by a strange red substance, which wagged its tail happily) “What creatures do those limbs belong to? Pigs, cows?” The metal being asks.