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a small cloud of bronze smoke seeped in through the door, followed by cogs and chunks of metal. A man in a wide-brimmed hat, and a sheepswool coat materialized on a barstool, the chunks of metal forming into a Warhammer nearly the height of him. "Strongest drink on tap, please. And if you serve food, might you have a top sirloin? Rare, if you can." He said as he snuffed a cigar hanging from his lip.

Harhi relaxes at the bar with a sigh.

Leroy looked over at the sound discreetly, eying Harhi. He turned his head back forward, debating whether or not to converse.

“Hit me with yer strongest whiskey, bartender.”

"crazy drunk"

he snorts and cleans his weapons

"..."

“Stingy bastard.”

"you and what proof ye wank"

“Yer unclassified service record.”

The smol floof pops up between Alexandra and Shade. "No fighting pwease."

"Hey fumi"

She smiles at Alwina "Hewwo "

“Ye wouldn’t get it, little girl.”

Once again the ship opened the doors to the bar. This time she looked different. She was wearing a... Kriegsmarine uniform?

"Guten tag," she said in German that was so bad, it hurt the writer whilst she was typing.

“Revenge, if you’re going to be German, at least TRY to look and sound the part....”

angry somewhat fluent german ranting

“Nein, like this.” She proceeds to deconstruct his rant, saying every word, becoming further and further German, letting her speaking skills make an angry rant sound like a rallying speech.

U N Y I E L D I N G R A G E for no reason edition!

Sturmtiger was struggling to hold back laughter, but also began to correct grammatical mistakes alongside Bismarck.

She continued to rant in German, making great points (as though many people could understand), at the same time, berating the Austrian Ausländer with the funny mustache because it’s funny.