This is an early goodbye as I prep to visit my dad this weekend... Over 100 miles away from where I live... Hopefully we don't get into an accident on our way there.
I take a sip of my Redstone and then drop kick SF to the moon. "Don't do that you crazy fool."
"When are you going to get it though your heads that Thundercrash Enterprises does not contract its properties out. I don't write contracts with anyone. Gives the company (me) the ability to kick whomever I want off the premises for any reason (or lack thereof). You are currently on (or, more accurately, under) the property because I allow it."
I shrug, still sipping the Redstone Mixer. "Well, the storage facility is part of the bar. It's for the drinks. And my mutas. However, the two never mix."
"Your kitten request was denied. Something about already having too many above the legal limit."
"No hybrids." I sip my drink and keep an eye on smylez. That man was always up to some kind of trouble.
"Too late for that." I say, and point outside where Hybrids currently engaged in a battle with the rabid Tauren from earlier.