The Master's Bar and Grill

[Astaire]

The fireplace's perpetual roaring stops suddenly and is replaced by a crackling sound of tortured ice crystalizing around the still red hot bricks that upon closer inspection have the deeply impressed logo "WB". The mantle which proudly proclaimed "Fire supplied by the pits of hell" is obscured by the growing ice fingers of which wedge themselves in between the mortared joint splitting and obliterating the words one after another.


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[Bmat]

Astaire! Great to hear from a posting pal! How's life been treating you?

Cloney! Please give Astaire whatever beverage he desires.