"He's already being an annoying bastard is what he is. Zig, that's what the bartender called him." She waved her hand vaugley at the huge amobea. Seemed like a contradiction in terms, but here she was, looking at a giant amobea whilat pouring herself amarula shots. "Yeah, I'm a bounty hunter. Sandy FUCKING CAINE!" She clapped her hands loudly, before pouring herself her fifth shot.

"God I love this stuff, reminds me of home." She laughed to herself. "So, Sandra, how'd you get to this wonderful little temporal anomaly?" She tried pouring more liquer out, only to get a few dribbles, the bounty hunter relctantly dropping the bottle. "Give us another one please? I need to drown out the little voice in my head that tells me this is where you go when you die."

"Oh, and uhr... You guys do American Fries? Or chilidogs, sure fuckin' sonic over here."