An alien, a Time Lord, a Fable, and a gearhead walk into a bar... Wait, no, that isn't the joke we're telling. The Time Lord would tell you that. He happened to be sitting next to the monochromatic alien girl, an untouched drink in front of him as she finished off her third singapore sling. They were talking about life, the universe and everything. OR rather, he was, and she was playing nice as long as he provided the drinks. Chiana enjoyed drinks. The Fable was dancing. She had a beer off to one... read more
