Or: Quest for Pie

"Yay! Yay! YAY! YaY! yAy! yaY yAY yay! !yay! !Yay !Yay !YAY !YaY yAy! !yaY" The Taverners did shout, running around in silly little circles, perpetually running into quite solitary objects. Until one hapless fool shouted,
"Drinks on me, for everyone!" He would soon realize that his tab would be plunged into infinity negative trillion debt. As the current, at the time undisclosed bartender moved into the cellar, he discovered the Tavern's eternally unexhaustable supply of beer, ale, wine, and liqour was nearly half exhausted.
"It's not possible!" He/she/it shouted. Then he/she/it ran and checked the very nearly unexhaustable food supply, which was also half empty. Then he/she/it checked the eternally unexhaustable pie supply, exclaiming,
"We have no PIE!!" The teeming horde of rabbits gasped fearfully, although one or two may have been along with the crowd, and snuck out the windows later. Hesheit, as the current bartender would now be foreverly named and gendered, said again,
"And only enough food to feed half the galaxy!" The crowd gasped again, although a few of them may have been going along with the crowd and snuck through the Perpetually Undiscovered Trapdoor near the pinball machine.
"We'll starve!" They cried again. Hesheit then didth proclaim,
"And we only have enough alcohol to uhm...we don't have much alcohol!" The small band gasped again, and several more just went along, and later escaped through one of the many gaping holes left in the Tavern by it's haphazard and shoddy construction.
"We'll be sober!" The remaining four or five of them shouted!
"We must go on a quest for PIE!" Hesheit said, er, exclaimed, whatever.
"YaaaaY!"
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bwaha.