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The black cat lying on one of the empty bar shelves blinked at the man. "I hope you know how to make them, because I sure don't." he said to the Don. "And if you're waiting for the bartender to serve you, you'll have to wait until he's reincarnated or something." he continued, glancing at the floor and pointing with his tail at the dead bartender lying on the floor. "There might be someone else around that can serve you...dunno. Joker scared most everyone off."

The Don looked down at the dead bartender. "Gee boss, that's a rough way to go . . ." one of the goons said. I got this the Don thought as he pointed at the other one of the goons. "You, go make da martinis." he said . . . the gangster nodded and soon was quickly making three martinis.

The Don, however, just realized that a cat just talked to him.

"You's a talkin' cat? How da hell does dat happen?" the Don asked, confused.

Skuld simply shrugged, "Yes, it does appear that we've all travelled further down the rabbit hole. than we planned."

C.C's smile grew as he sat up. He was fairly pleased at the references that had been used, and that his story wasn't just waved immediately off as nonsence...like it usually was unless people knew about the stones. He kind of wanted to say something about George letting the henchman tin all the rabits he wanted. Wondered if anyone would catch that reference.
Either way, the man had asked him about himself....a subject he loved, so he'd oblige the Don rather than play along with the rabbit thing.

"Why yes..." he purred. "A very little know tid-bit about myself. I'm sure it's not in my profile because someone doesn't like to reveal too much, but I am in fact what you humans would call an alien. I was tolerated on my planet about as much as I am here. A ratether mixed group of fans I had. Then when our little show came to an explosive end, I found myself....reincarnated if you will, in the body of this fine feline. My caretakers don't care for my mischief that much, so I myself am put on lock down until someone takes my straightjacket off of me. Then...poof. I run the show again." He said, then made his way towards the large mirror behind the bar.
"If you still don't believe me..." he said, then paused in front of the mirror, looking at the group with his cheshire grin. The reflection behind him wasn't clear at all...but a hazy shape and mix of colors. But...it most certainly was NOT the shape of a cat. More of a human form.

"Or I could just show off my powers. But...I don't need to be a show-off. This is the 'Almost got em' story hour after all. So it would be better to tell rather than show."

"Ah, yeah. I've seen him around." C.C. replied, moving away from the mirror and back over to his previous perch. "But, since this is a bit of a brag-and-tell hour, why don't you tell some of the others about him? From the sounds of it, you'd have quite a lot of 'almost got im' stories to share." he said with a grin.

The smaller goon looked over at the one behind the bar.

"'Ey, bozo, she's talkin' to YOU." The smaller goon snarled.

"Duh, right away, Smitty!" The larger goon replied as he quickly fumbled and got the Bailey's for Crystal and handed it to her. "Duuh, here you are . . . gee you're pretty." He said as the Don lit a Cuban cigar.

"Well, the best story I can recall without the cops bein' called was when I made an attempt to build an office building in the swamp. That stupid drunkard drove off all of the men, fighting three in a bar. I came down and captured him, ready to whack dis character, but he toined into some alligator when my back was turned. Left a decent mark on Smitty. Bozo he couldn't damage." He said. "After that, we've been fighting since."

Skuld glanced Crystal's way, "You seem very satisfied with yourself."