Another Saturday at the moose was chill and empty, I was watching the knife-wielding bartender when The Sant-Archists invaded and we were the helpless victims. Wave after wave(of chinese needle snakes), beard after beard, Claws after claws walked in, a tip explosion if you will, not a seat at the bar or in the place. Then the reindeer games began, and believe me these does...
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