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It was a day when everything eas odd...look outside the window and sow...

Dar it! The N Thief was at it agai. Ted was glad he had bee spared, but his sister a cy was ot so lucky. She felt i complete without her s. Ted had to do somethi g...a d fast!

But Ted was a idiot. More lette we e stole . Until all t a roac ed t em wa thi gia t, uge, va silene. Ted t r d . . .

and realized the vast silence was a parallel universe in which he was stuck floating behind the alcohol bottles on the shelves at Joe's Bar. He had to send a message so he

could reach his alternate self held prisoner by Jack Daniel's, Cuervo, Captain Morgan and other spirits. When the bartender was distracted he waved at his other self. It waved back

And asked when there would be a seat at the bar. The Death's Door and Few, among others wanted a piece of his alternate self. This was not going to end well, W.C. Fields said. Then

again when did it ever end well? "I never worry about being driven to drink, I worry about being driven home." W.C. Fields was on a roll that night, and that roll was wry.

"I am free of all prejudice," he slurred in the general direction of the bartender, "I hate everyone equally." W.C. Fields downed another shot, unaware of the stranger approaching

"So that happened", and walked out of the bar.