Peckish for a Pint (OPEN)

[Mr Wednesdaydale]

The old man strolled into the Bar and Grill, tucking away his gloves into his wool jacket, as he adjusted his thick spectacles. He licked at dry lips, eyeing the barkeep with an eye that would make a bulldog cower.

Evenin' squire, how bout ah pint ohf the ohld habitual.

[Bar Bar Drinks]

"Meesa havin you mostest bombad hard drinkin', okieday?"

The Gungan sat down at the bar and looked over at Mr. Wednesdaydale.

"Yousa are whosa?"

[Mr Wednesdaydale]

Woll Ah ain't yoh pie 'n liquah, squiyah, soh mind yoh Brigham Young ef yew wanna keep et.

Wednesday glowered at the Gungan, before the barkeep returned with his bitter.

[Bar Bar Drinks]

"Yousa said it..." Bar Bar agreed. "Meesa leavin' yousa 'lone."

The bartender handed Bar Bar his drink.

"Thankin' much for da drinkin'."