Published on DA on 9-21-09
Setting: In a room of an unknown pirate ship.
"Please tell me what's going on" said Slag, or what's left of him. "What are you talking about" Rusty Pete said, who was silent all day and was constantly looking at the door.
"Your not yourself lately"
"What are you talking about"
"You haven't hiccuped once today"
"So what if I haven't"
"That means your sober"
"I'AM ALWAYS SOBER...on the weekdays"
"Your saying you were sober during the both video games you were in?"
"Of course I was, so what if i'am ultra-sober right now"
"If I had a body I would have choked you by now, so tell me what's going on!" Said Slag's head on top of a table. Rusty Pete took another look at the door and said "I'am waiting for someone"
"Spit it out! Who is it"
"...The Evil Victorian Temperance Guy"
"GASP"
"He told me he should be coming by noon"
At noon the door burst open, and out came a human straight out the mid 19th century, no facial hair, dark black hair beneath his large top hat...
And then he chastises Pete and I ran out of ideas.