Barkeep: I know we’re mostly strangers and all, but I’ve been in situations a bit like this, and I don’t want it to be untowardly unpleasant. I certainly have never enjoyed them.
Barkeep: Just tell me, you’ll watch my back, right? I’m not in the mood to get myself killed, especially since I’m just collateral in this whole operation, and I don’t think whatever’s out there will split hairs avoiding me.
Bits: If you insist… then yes. You can depend on me.
Bits: Though, to be honest, I don’t think it’ll be that bad. Maybe, fun? I guess blacking out the windows and barring the door is a bit creepy, but it’s more like cheesy horror creepy. Almost like a game.
Barkeep: We can hope so. But I won’t be surprised when things go off the wall.
Bits: Maybe that’ll be the best part. Walls and things that hang upon them are boring.
Barkeep: That was a lovely display. In light of circumstances, I think it prudent that I close early and we make a hasty exit.
Barkeep: Yep, the door is set. It’s not opening, and not on account of the lock.
Bits: I’ll bring your copy and the voice box.
URVD: <if you must refer to me as URVD>
URVD: <not voice box>
Bits: That’s a terrible name. It does not roll off the tongue so much as it sticks and tears across it.
Bits: Barkeep, are there any other ways out?
Barkeep: Give me a second to turn off the furnace, and I’ll show you.