It was time. The regulars of the bar scurried outside to see. Their masterful creation was slowly falling apart. Popthorn sobbed and sobbed, with the night breeze flowing through his hair and the moonlight reflecting of his tears. Badwolf was getting all tensed up. He was more than ready to get that last post. MoonHorizons was seen once passing through, but quickly dismissed the thought of giving the old building a second thought. Suddenly, the moonlight shines right off a dazzling array of silver hair. It was no other than MagicFizz, the bar's main secretary and shopkeeper. "The Bar will still live on today! Somebody get this junk off, so we could build a grander, kinkier, sexier bar in it's place! "I GOT IT!", Popthorn yells. He comes in like a wrecking ball, with a wrecking ball (the last post) And so. construction began for this grander bar, and wallah, it was finished! The horny users of DS rejoiced in it's sexiness. "ALL HAIL MAGICFIZZ!" And so MagicFizz was given permission to manage the 4th bar.
And so end the tale of how the 4th Bar came to be...
"WOAH WOAH WOAH woah. woah." Something was wrong! Nobody was getting down and dirty as MF planned! "We need more closet in here to spice things up...a lot. AR! GET THE CLOSET!" And so a giant closet was dropped on the bar, as a second floor.
And that ends the tale of how the Giant Closet came to be...
And so end the tale of how the 4th Bar came to be...
"WOAH WOAH WOAH woah. woah." Something was wrong! Nobody was getting down and dirty as MF planned! "We need more closet in here to spice things up...a lot. AR! GET THE CLOSET!" And so a giant closet was dropped on the bar, as a second floor.
And that ends the tale of how the Giant Closet came to be...
Congrats popthorn!