Ram's Head Saloon [Mod-Sanctioned C/CLT, v4]

[Low bloods]

"Alright, so Imma head out." One of the folks get up and step out of the bar.

[Folkvanger]

"Oh no, you're not going anywhere, bitch!!" shouted the Kween at the person who was about to leave the bar. "Bring us some fucking apple juice. capiche??" screamed the Kween as her bulging muscles gradually inflates to looking like the Incredible Hulk with big red veins spread throughout her arms and face.

[Low bloods]

"Oh no, you're not going anywhere, bitch!!" shouted the Kween at the person who was about to leave the bar. "Bring us some fucking apple juice. capiche??" screamed the Kween as her bulging muscles gradually inflates to looking like the Incredible Hulk with big red veins spread throughout her arms and face.

"Alright, alright. But do you want it in a box, bottle, glass, or for me to pour it somewhere?" Vixen appears out from behind the keen.

Meanwhile the the person getting grabbed just kinda turned to dust and reformed like an inch away. "Nice try though" They strike a pose resembling that of a cowboy with but instead of a gun its just his fingers pointed at them.

[Third Kingdom]

'Roll roll a roll up a mountain, only to roll down the mountain into a role of rolls. I never make sense anymore and the time i do, is cause the person or people that understand make no sense either or some such. Maybe I am mad more than making no sense but not nonsense. If one makes no sense are they nonsense?'

[Emus Republic Of Australia]

Blob just revives himself after dying.

And basically just all the heads would start rambling about different theories on how they spontaneously died.

[Diarcesia]

*barges in*

"Petition to rename the place to 'Bengal's Head Saloon' if the Rams win the Super Bowl"

*refuses to elaborate further*

*leaves*

[Kernels Freight Crew]

[Third Kingdom]

Plays with mini magic the gathering cards against someone that can actually use them without looking funny.

[Joketopia]

Gary the Clown enters the saloon. He brings his own piano and sets it up in the lounge. Gary is now looking for requests. "What kind of song would you like for me to play you guys? What kind of music do you want?"

Does anybody have a request for Gary?

[Ottterland]

a man requests to play "never gonna give you up"; a song from the native tribe of the ricksteyins

rckrlld!

[Low bloods]

A knight wanders into the bar and rests at a stool he asks for a drink. He rests his sword beside himself and takes a long deep breath he looks around the bar noticing the oddities that lay within.
He didn't seem off put by it, almost even welcomed by it.

[The African Emirates]

A well-dressed man enters the bar soon after the knight, and orders a cup of orange juice at the bar.

[Low bloods]

A well-dressed man enters the bar soon after the knight, and orders a cup of orange juice at the bar.

"Come here often?" The knight asked the man. "I don't know what to really order, the bars in my homelands don't have the variety that lays in this establishment. It's almost overwhelming."

The knight took a shot of some glowing substance and nods. "Good stuff."

[Tuboo Shippers]

A short girl in a worn forest green hoodie walks in and orders three quintuple-shot lattes

[Tuboo Shippers]

'Sup.

[The African Emirates]

A well-dressed man enters the bar soon after the knight, and orders a cup of orange juice at the bar.

"Come here often?" The knight asked the man. "I don't know what to really order, the bars in my homelands don't have the variety that lays in this establishment. It's almost overwhelming."

The knight took a shot of some glowing substance and nods. "Good stuff."

"No, this is my first time in this particular establishment." He sips his juice, taking a glance around the room. "It has quite the tasteful decor."

Upon hearing this new girl's order, the man mumbled under his breath, "By Ernest girl, how much sleep did you get this century?"

[Tuboo Shippers]

"Come here often?" The knight asked the man. "I don't know what to really order, the bars in my homelands don't have the variety that lays in this establishment. It's almost overwhelming."

The knight took a shot of some glowing substance and nods. "Good stuff."

"No, this is my first time in this particular establishment." He sips his juice, taking a glance around the room. "It has quite the tasteful decor."

Upon hearing this new girl's order, the man mumbled under his breath, "By Ernest girl, how much sleep did you get this century?"

She looks at him and laughs. "Oh, you do NOT wanna know."

[Tuboo Shippers]

The girl gets her order and chugs one of the lattes. "Where are you from?"

[The African Emirates]

"Ah...somewhere very far away. I'm not even sure if it's in the same multiverse as this one." The man drains the rest of his orange juice and signals the bartender for another.

"Would you happen to be from a place where one regularly consumes near-pure caffeine? My system is not designed for caffeine usage in mind, but I doubt many people could stomach that much coffee."

[The United Penguin Commonwealth]

The door opens, but instead of a guest, a small, treaded robot whirs through a door, trailing a cable connecting it to something on the other side. It reaches the bar before the door slams shut and the cable is neatly severed.

[Tuboo Shippers]

"Ah...somewhere very far away. I'm not even sure if it's in the same multiverse as this one." The man drains the rest of his orange juice and signals the bartender for another.

"Would you happen to be from a place where one regularly consumes near-pure caffeine? My system is not designed for caffeine usage in mind, but I doubt many people could stomach that much coffee."

The girl rubs her eyes. " I wish it was normal. In my world, I'm a college student, but... failing tests is... well...let's just say that I'm one of the last people left alive in my dorm. I'm already an insomniac, so I'm always tired. But midterms are next week, so I've been studying." For a moment, her voice shakes.

[The African Emirates]

The girl rubs her eyes. " I wish it was normal. In my world, I'm a college student, but... failing tests is... well...let's just say that I'm one of the last people left alive in my dorm. I'm already an insomniac, so I'm always tired. But midterms are next week, so I've been studying." For a moment, her voice shakes.

"Well, good study habits are a sta- Wait, what happened to the other students?" The man's look turned quickly from curious to concerned.

The door opens, but instead of a guest, a small, treaded robot whirs through a door, trailing a cable connecting it to something on the other side. It reaches the bar before the door slams shut and the cable is neatly severed.

The robot quickly began to power down, and the man leapt off the stool, grabbing the robot by its midsection. He stuck his arm near the cable, and a small cable popped out from his arm, shaped itself according to the robot's cable, and attached to the unpowered bot.

"This should do it...it'll take a few minutes. In the meantime, what's your name, young lady?"

[Tuboo Shippers]

The poor student didnt even look fazed by what just happened. "The quadratic- oh- my name... right.. It's, uh..." she pauses for a moment "My name's Test Subject 50."

[Tuboo Shippers]

Grinning, she looks around. "Buuut My nickname's fox."

[The African Emirates]

A test subject, hm? I seem to remember another robot that was obsessed with her test subjects...

"Well Fox, it is nice to meet you." The man used the the arm not currently charging the robot to raise his glass of orange juice in a toast.

"Here's to passing midterms, commanding inter-universal empires, and not dying."