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Alt Text: A cartoon illustration of two young men coming into a pub out of stormy weather and the customers inside are all villains from famous horror movies. Caption reads “Thank goodness we found this little pub in the storm!”

  • RustyNova@lemmy.world
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    8 days ago

    Head cannon, but off duty they are pretty chill. But once work starts back they are like “sorry dude, but work is work. Nothing personal”

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      8 days ago

      My thoughts were similar, but more along the lines of it being considered crass to kill them in the tavern. Once they leave, well, then the game is on.

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    8 days ago

    I find it funny that we see:

    Two supernaturally resilient and strong murderous humans (Michael Myers and Jason Voorhees)

    Two non/metaphysical entities (Freddy Krueger and Pennywise)

    … and Ghostface who is a normal human, regardless of which version.

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    Those are pretty good Halloween costumes. I like how everyone is into it. Seems like my kind of place.

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    8 days ago

    Relevant Hogfather (1996) quote:

    Biers, and undead bar where everybody knows your name

    Susan didn’t like Biers but she went there anyway, when the pressure of being normal got too much. Biers, despite the smell and the drink and the company, had one important virtue. In Biers no one took any notice. Of anything. Hogswatch was traditionally supposed to be a time for families but the people who drank in Biers probably didn’t have families; some of them looked as though they might have had litters, or clutches. Some of them looked as though they’d probably eaten their relatives, or at least someone’s relatives.

    Biers was where the undead drank. And when Igor the barman was asked for a Bloody Mary, he didn’t mix a metaphor.

    The regular customers didn’t ask questions, and not only because some of them found anything above a growl hard to articulate. None of them was in the answers business. Everyone in Biers drank alone, even when they were in groups. Or packs.