Forward, Into the Past
When the Patrons wake up one afternoon, they find their noses buried in light beer and pretzels. Wait a minute! Light beer?! At The Floating Vagabond?! Someome's been skinny-dipping in the timestream and now things are way out of whack. What cruel, demented intelligence could conceive such a reprehensible act?
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