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The Books of Randomness are well known to be written by a random, fake prophet. Therefore I shall illuminate the true reason for all to read.
Barkeeper Joe. A popular, successful, yet slightly retarded barkeeper. His tale is an interesting one. But we don't care about that. The truth is, he's still everpresent at his bar, even though he seems to be absent. This is because, due to an accident involving a slime attack, dimension splitting goo and a tough case of the flu (bards make their tales rhyme, I don't go out of my way for that
) Joe's physical body was dispersed into the stale, beer drenched air. Parts of Joe, in particular the insane and retarded parts, tried to cling to life as much as they could and found no better solution than to merge with the inanimate objects of his beloved bar. However, death is always lurking in the corner. Waiting, waiting, all day, every day, until the day comes when Joe's last particles of life detach from their inanimate hosts and he can take his complete soul with him to the underworld. Whether this is out of sheer dedication to duty or simply out of a selfish need for a good bartender for the underworld, for now Death is left to bask in the wonderfully insane atmosphere as Joe continues to entertain his many diverse guests.
Barkeeper Joe. A popular, successful, yet slightly retarded barkeeper. His tale is an interesting one. But we don't care about that. The truth is, he's still everpresent at his bar, even though he seems to be absent. This is because, due to an accident involving a slime attack, dimension splitting goo and a tough case of the flu (bards make their tales rhyme, I don't go out of my way for that
) Joe's physical body was dispersed into the stale, beer drenched air. Parts of Joe, in particular the insane and retarded parts, tried to cling to life as much as they could and found no better solution than to merge with the inanimate objects of his beloved bar. However, death is always lurking in the corner. Waiting, waiting, all day, every day, until the day comes when Joe's last particles of life detach from their inanimate hosts and he can take his complete soul with him to the underworld. Whether this is out of sheer dedication to duty or simply out of a selfish need for a good bartender for the underworld, for now Death is left to bask in the wonderfully insane atmosphere as Joe continues to entertain his many diverse guests.
