Intergalactic Summit

No true space hedonist would have a space pube...

Some serious drugs went into the creation of this thread.

Was mostly blaming the OP.

Why would I blame you?

Difference space strokes for different space folks.

I must enquire, between what times does your establishment trade, and do you serve food?

Opening hours are from when I wake up til when I pass out. Staff might be available at other times, depending on attrition from wine tastings.

Food? Maybe in the future. We'll see if we have the demand. Space elf cuisine is wasted on the spacemans, to be honest.

Well, let me enlighten you.

In obscure mythology of some Nothern Sebiestor clans, "Trolls" are a species of imaginary humanoid creatures.

It is said that Trolls are savage, carnivorous and extremely ugly. They usually make lairs in wet and dark, preferably underground environments, such as a cave, or a basement, or sometimes under a bridge. They are matriarchal, and adult male trolls are usually found sharing a cave with their mother, while females leave to establish another nest.

Trolls are cannibalistic and will eat everything, but they are especially fond of small, furry endemic creatures that vaguely resemble a bear, and will go to great lengths to hunt those and to properly soften their meat for consumption. It is also said that human tears have a narcotic-like effect on trolls, so they kidnap sleeping children and weak-willed tribesmen to keep them as cattle. The prisoners are then subjected to all manners of abuse to harvest their tears.

There is a belief among the northmen that the trolls that live under bridges extort a fee from the people that pass (sometimes issuing a "Bridge Pass Permit" scrawled on tree bark), but then eat the traveler anyway. In another version of this legend, if you throw a coin from the bridge down at the troll, he'll sometimes throw two coins back at you, but only if you follow an arbitrary and complex set of rules.

It is said that the best method to dispose of a troll permanently is to kill it with fire.

hehe

Huh.

Is this sophisticated, sophomoric, or both?

. . . capsuleer humor is strange. Or maybe that's Gallentean humor. Or just "humor" generally.

I've encountered one of these foul beasts! He lured me in with the promise of a transcendent hat collection. I had never heard that adjective used to refer to headwear, so I let my curiosity get the better of me. When i approached the troll I was overcome by a musk of an ungodly pungency, and I passed out.

I awoke in a pile of body-length pillows. The nature of the patterns on these pillows is best left unmentioned, as is that of the accompanying stains. The headwear presentation proceeded as promised. I must say that his hat tipping technique was unrivaled. The hats themselves were atrocious though, and I had seen enough. I distracted him with a minor grammatical error and took my leave.

I may or may not have stolen a bargain-brand sword on my way out.

Silly creatures.

I, too, have not forgotten the atrocity (a fitting name for your "ensemble" at the time, I must say). I can see you've improved by leaps and bounds though, and are now wearing handouts.

Why would I want my eyes fixed? I am blessed by elfinsight.

Wait... WAIT.

Are the elfin-sighted getting their eyes.... "fixed?" Is that why there are so few of them now?