SotI-grouperoni

 An accelgor with a green bandanna stepped inside of a bar. He scanned the room, looking at the dimly lit, rickety wood furniture and taking in the sounds of twangy, hillbilly tunes. The scent of alcohol and bar food further appetized the accelgor. He hovered past the other patrons, catching stinkeyes from some of the more xenophobic customers, but reaching a seat at the bar unharmed nonetheless. He had an up-front view of a disinterested vigoroth mopping the smooth bar.   “Do you serve Oran beer?” asked the accelgor in a bass voice. “What the hell do you want?” inquired rudely. “I want a beer. I'll pay you

 Brody hummed to himself happily; it was one of his favorite times of day. Brody was picky about where he took care of his business. Brody, as captain of Team Kavatara, had assigned himself the role of WC expert, looking out for the finest bushes on the side of the road to go to when nature called. The bushes had to be far enough away that modesty would be maintained, while not so far away that the round trip would be troublesome. What better spot than this clearing to select, then. It fit the above prerequisite and many, many others which Brody kept tucked in his head.   “How long will it be, Mr. WC expert?” asked Luther, mutter