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[h1][center][color=royalblue]Rufus[/color][/center][/h1][img]http://66.media.tumblr.com/51fc61ac770a524e9468f174afa94d7f/tumblr_inline_n1xc79Kcic1rb3m8r.png[/img][/center]

[color=royalblue]"Oh I wouldn't say she's [i]my[/i] first human-eating human. I donate my excess food to the homeless and desperate, and they've never had a word of complaint about the other-white-meat-on-rye sandwich."[/color] Rufus opined with an airy whistle, idly portalling glasses onto shelves and cabinets as he moved on to next in a long procession of infinite mug cleaning. You weren't a bartender if you weren't dispensing life advice, polishing glasses, or serving beer at all times, after all.

[color=royalblue]"Saying that, I should mention I've totally fallen off the wagon. I, well, lasted a week before 
 giving in to my urges about...eh, ten minutes ago? Someone had the brilliant idea of leaving out singing landmines and, whelp, my hand just had to poke the singing rock at the wrong time. Hey, Envoy, you know anything about that? Cause I think the human-eating human is the only one not called here by some familiar tunage."[/color]