From: v124jw4y@ubvmsb.cc.buffalo.edu (Benjamin R Pierce) Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn Subject: And now for something completely different... Message-ID: Date: 21 Sep 92 03:01:00 GMT Yet another dark and stormy night at the Dragons' Inn finds the usual crowd gathered in the tavern. Every so often, the door opens, and a black cloaked figure enters and makes a beeline for the nearest dark corner...business as usual. Then it happens... The door to the Inn bangs open--nothing unusual in and of itself. What is unusual, however, is the figure standing in the door. He seems to be wearing a bizarre fusion of wizard's robes, swashbuckler garb, and purple-and-paisley jester's motley. In one hand is a rod topped with a large, goofy-looking rabbit's head, and over the other hand is a green cloth frog puppet. Hanging from his bright red silk baldric where a sword would normally be is a bizarre weapon of some sort which resembles a snowshoe, with the words, "WILSON PRO- BALL" emblazoned on it. A sack on the stranger's back rattles and clanks, occasionally spilling some knick-knack or other onto the floor through a hole in the lower corner. This bizarre-looking individual swaggers up to the bar with a jingle of bells and a clatter of metal, clears his throat, and holds up the frog puppet, who says: "Dwarven spirits. Neat. In a tall glass. And my friend, here, will have a Shirley Temple." The bartender sighs inwardly and thinks to himself: "Well, at least he's not wearing black..." --Ben