“Three more, Barkeep!” The barkeep waggled his antennae agreeably. “Very good, sir,” his voice crackled and popped. With three of his six hands he grabbed shot glasses from beneath the bar. With his remaining hands he grabbed three crystalline bottles of impossible shapes from the uppermost shelf, and tipped them to fill the glasses …
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