Young Writers Society

Cat jumps up from her couch, spilling her drink all over.

"Where'd she go?" she screams at the air. "Where did you take her, you little SLIMEBAG?! I'll get you for this!"

Cat then storms from the Tavern, taking Zhia's katanas with her.

From deep in his drunken stupor, 15253 remembers one thing that brings him a dreadful moment of clarity.

"The Patriots won the SuperBowl. I no longer want to live on this planet anymore."

*Slumps back to sleep*

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No, I don't know how to fix it, Catch. Sorry...

@TheCatchphrase
You should totally contact nate,it's a shame that you can't be on here:( ipods are stupid and not useful, I know what you mean

Yeah, you really should. *orders some fries.*

I have to say Chrissy that I like my mom's homemade potato pancakes better than fries any day!
french fries and disgusting and taste bleh

Since no one else is manning the orders, Cat decides to take over. She jogs up behind the counter and begins making both some potato pancakes (yum!) and french fries (also yum!). A few minutes later, both kinds of delicious potato products spill out of the pan onto everyone's plates, wafting lovely potato-ey smells. Cat then plops some potato pancakes onto her plate and digs in.

"They're probably not as good as your mom's, pretzel," she remarks muffledly with her mouth full, "but at least they aren't fries, right?"

Once they have eaten, Cat stands up and begins getting ready to make more food.

"Any other orders? Troll, anything for you?" asks Cat, firing up the stove again in anticipation.

*Thinks for a minute.* "Cat, I'll take a steak, with mashed potatoes by the side."

Marble decides he should probably check out the newly-re-opened tavern, so he goes in and orders "a flagon of your finest mead". He also decides newly-re-opened is a word.

After quickly preparing the orders, Cat plops them down in front of their respective human guests.

"Hello Marbles! It's nice to see you," she says, smiling. Then Cat stops and sniffs the air curiously. She finds herself wrinkling her nose up at a new unpleasant stench puncturing the normally potato-scented air. "Does anyone else smell burning rubber and evil?"

I would like some tossed salad with grape tomato please without the stench and smell of a burning piece of food!

Though preparing pretzel's salad is a simple enough task, Cat keeps glancing preoccupiedly around the Tavern all the while. She keeps stopping every few minutes and sniffing the air like an anxious impala who has scented a faint whiff of jaguar. Her face is taut and sweaty. After delivering the hastily made salad to pretzel's table, Cat hurries over to the small round oak table where @Zhia is seated and begins whispering urgently to her. A few snippets of sound waft over her shoulder, barely audible:

"I think she's... No way, that's... But she is... And the smell..."

Cat stands up to announce, "OK, guys. Anyone here know of the creepy ghost lady from the movie Ghost Busters? Y'know, from the library? Well, that stink in the far corner of the room is apparently coming from her and we should all bust out our Ghost-Busting supplies and PANIC!"

Cat promptly runs into the closet on the far side of the room and locks the door behind her, muttering wildly to herself about some scarring childhood memory, leaving the rest of the Tavern utterly confused in her wake.

*Scratches head and wonder what Cat is talking about. Deciding that it isn't important, I start eating my steak.*

delights himself in waltzing through the ghosts translucent body.

.3. yuy foar gostz