Hooooo YAH!

I am THREE!
I survived yet another year without being eaten by Ishtard or shot by Safrard (-:

I’m going out to celebrate later, I thought I’d start at this place, maybe stop off at Papa John’s before going to the Ratskeller where they serve beer like this! If you’d like to come too, please give me a shout (-:

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Hey Beer Tendard, pleash bring me unother bar.

[Miller Wrox slides slowly off his bar stool and falls into a crumpled heap on the floor.]