Originally posted by B_Metal
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You watch, you're gonna take one bite of shredded six-string, chip a tooth on a fret, and Danae is gonna roll her eyes and leave your table. Probably walk over to where a certain cigar smoking attorney we all know and love (?) is tucking into some paidakia and a bottle of Topikos Oinos to wash it down. Their eyes will meet, some small talk will follow, then some drinks. More talking, some smiling, and Danae will escort Mr. The Borg out to her place, both of 'em smoking Gurkha Widow Maker Connecticuts all the while.
Meanwhile, you, ya broken-toothed son-of-a-gun, are gonna have a nickel-wound .036 guitar string wrapped around your molars, and a half-chewed cowboy hat on your head. You get dental bills and a sudden hatred for Bluegrass (the Silverhawk AND the style of music), and wish you had some Hotwings.
And Iggy will be giving thanks to Leonidas and the brave 300.
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