Always a good choice. Catfish are the bottom-feeding vacuum cleaners of rivers and lakes everywhere, but they're tasty. Garbage in, tasty white catfish flesh out.
Well, you know how it goes, you start alliterating alternatively and all you do is alliterate.
How do you... *sigh* Did someone leak the files again? Ugh, I hope those protesters didn't catch wind of them.
Well, I could sell you some of the aforementioned secretions. I have a vial of them right here. *takes out a vial with an ivory black swirl liquid, oddly enough it seems to be in some sort of pattern* I would love to see what Cheffy does with this stuff. Not eat of course. I'd have someone else eat it while I watch. From a truck. About 200 kilometers away.
Huh. I wonder if we have something like you, perhaps at Lab-96 or Q.
Yay, best judge ever, and I'm not just flattering The plague docterr as bribery. I mean, I am saying it as bribery, only, not just as. I ... don't know where I'm going with this. So I can't close well. Don't @ me.
Congrats Brocklandia for being the only one not too lazy to submit a poem. Your reward is judging the next contest. Let us know if you have style and theme.
The Witness stirs and looks around sleepily and checks their phone.
Oh. I missed a lot, didn't I? I missed N-Day. Dangit. I was going to debut a nuke-flavored cola. The sleeping bird gets burned, I see. ...At least I get to watch this highlight reel of drones running amok in my absence. Even I don't know how they make all those explosions....
The door bursts open. In strides a young man, who taps [bartender] Zombie Penguins on the shoulder before sitting down. "Juste... ...Poutine, those Pan-fried mystères meats, et... ...some milk, please." In the midst of the awkward silence, the man speaks again, in his odd, perhaps slightly french accent: "Oh, I'd like to say that I... un... look forward to this bar's succèss in The Alliance of Eros."
The young man finishes the milk, and with a final "merci" lays down $11.50 worth of assorted Eroes with a $2 tip, and quickly leaves as he says: "Ma sister will be here soon. Watch out!"
Gaaah! No Third Place? I'm scowling at your general vicinity. But thanks for the First and Second Place nods ... though these trophies will look out of place in my display case of Thirds.
"Reward"? There's no need to be nasty about it. Well, I accept this punishment anyway, with my usual diplomacy and grace.
Any type of poem, any subject matter. Funniest pick-up lines can also be submitted. I reserve the right to choose the funniest general comment or to select a random Bar patron out of the blue. Because sometimes just existing can be poetry enough. Oh, and bribes are also welcome.
Well, why doesn't she just take it off? I doubt a bounty can be comfortable, especially if it's on your head. I've heard they're quite heavy. Or maybe it's ornamental? Like those really big nose rings. Those don't look comfortable, yet people still seem to like wearing them.