Friday 5 December 2008


The robot walked into the Spacebar, and immediately a hundred eyes swivelled as the motley assortment of creatures of all kinds eyed the newcomer with equal disdain. Tentacles slithered discretely for hidden weapons, recognising the possibility of trouble still to come. Undeterred the strange robot stepped up to the bar, the squeak of its boots the only sound in the tension of the air. Taking one last look round the faces that stared on back with the power of lasers he looked to the Barman. "Pint o' mild, please Charlie; it ain't arf nippi outside. Brrr!"

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