I suppose it is more accurate to say that you ruin people and some of them work at bars.
What are you talking about? Ruining people. Are you referring to that aimless young man wasting his life standing behind the bar in the dark in the basement of that yellow house, with all two regular patrons? Carding them each time? Telling them when "last call" is, as if they didn't know? All two of them, every frickin' night? He must have made a KILLING on all those tips. I bet you cheap Verona bastards don't even tip when it gets that small-time,
Litzi, I've got your insular dwarfism right here.
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