Standing at the threshold of the bar, Kodak half expected to see his brother walk up to him in his waiter clothes. But nothing of the sort happened, his extreme feelings of dejavu aside, he knew he could only get the answers he needed now from Bob himself. And so Kodak made his way towards the bar counter. When Kodak took a seat in front of what he could only describe as a large man with horns and numerous tribal tattoos on his body, he had no idea what to say. This place obviously had the same name as the Nexus bar, heck even the build of the bartender was the same as Bob's, but that doesn't mean they're the same person.
Sorry this is late and shorter than usual, but for the past three days I've been suffering from rectal prolapse, or pile, I'm not sure which. So apart being in a whole lot of pain, and my younger sister yelling protruding Ass allover the house, I've not been able to concentrate. I'm being pumped full of a boatload of local herbs, and they make me woozy and leave a bad taste in my mouth for hours on end. I can't even sit properly.
But either way thanks for reading and God bless you all.