Ink Pen by Phil Dunlap for June 18, 2015
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June 19, 2015
Transcript:
Tyr: A flagon of mead!! Bartender: We don't sell mead anymore. Tyr: What?? Why? Bartender: No one was buying it. Tyr: But I'm in here every night drinking tons of it! Bartender: Yeah, but you never actually "buy" it. Tyr: Oh... well... I left my pfennigs in my other tunic...
“I’ll gladly pay you Tuesday for a Flagon of Mead today…”