john was still feeling unsure of his wife's costume fetish. he new carrie was into furries, but up until now it had never interfered with their relationship. eager to get out of the responsibility he now faced, he was pleased to spot something to lay of carrier plan. 'how about a drink carrie?' he asked, pointing to a large, neon purple flashing sign indicating a brightly coloured bar. carrier said she was feeling a bit dry. they went in via the old fashioned saloon doors. inside, the bar was just as garishly bright as it's exterior, with tables scattered in private booths, and a massive, central bar. here and there where scattered people and toons. however, jon was looking rather worriedly at the bar man. it was a large, scaly hominid with four muscular arms. it's face broke into a sharp toothed grin when jon net it eye. 'hello, and welcome to the bar at the end of the universe. my name's joe.' 'you don't look like a cartoon.' carrie said. 'that's cause i ain't,' joe replied. 'relocated here from the star wars universe a couple years back. better customer flow here, and the effects of the drinks are amazing, courtesy of cartoon physics of course. so what'll it be partners?' 'what've you got?' said jon. 'what've i got he asks?' joe laughed. 'why, what haven't i got. i have every consumable liquid ever made, from the first drop of water ever drunk, to nuclear cocktails, to the girlifying potions of the wizard at the sru. whatever you want, i'll get it.' 'well in that case...'