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| Art by Gabe |
"Less than."
"Greater than!" the bearded man in the plaid shirt punctuated his words by shoving the mustached man in actual flannel.
"Fuck you!" the second man exclaimed as he recovered his balance.
"Guys, guys, let's just chill," the bartender said, attempting to calm things down as best he could from behind the bar.
"Fuck off!" the two men said at the same time. The bartender responded by raising his hands to indicate he didn't want to cause more trouble. He brought his hand back down to the bar after a moment.
"You two know I can't have fights in here. Either you calm down or you take it outside."
"I'm calm," the mustached man said angrily. "It's this fucker who's mad."
"I'm not mad - I'm completely fucking sane!"
"Who said anything about sanity?" the mustached man asked.
"You said I was mad - crazy!"
"I meant you were pissed!"
"I'm not drunk either!"
"I don't care who's drunk, crazy, or angry," the barman said, sidestepping the wordplay issue. "There's to be no fighting in here - and that includes shoving, jostling, or other non-consensual contact. If you want to play rough, you have to leave."
"Sorry boss," the bearded man grumbled.
"I'm not - this guy's all fucked up." the mustached man said.
"What the hell are you two even arguing about anyway?" the bartender asked.
"He says there's greater enjoyment to be had from alcohol than from video games," the mustached man said, pointing at the bearded man. "And that's nuts."
"And he's--" the bearded man started before the bartender hollered over him.
"Gentlemen! Gentlemen! I don't care which brings you more pleasure, but you're both in my bar. If you keep this shit up, I'm going to make the alcohol stop flowing. Now will you both shut up?"
The men nodded and gave their assent - more into their beers than to the bartender. The bartender went back to the other customers.
"So what do you think," the bearded man whispered. "Are there more doors or wheels in the world?"
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