"Hey," said Quiggman, "what do you say we play 'name that stooge'?"
"Sounds good to me," said Panache, with his usual panache. "I know the first one from some recent episodes he's appeared in. It's--"
"Which one?" asked Leviathan, who was deeper in his cups than the others.
"That one. The weedy looking guy. It's JigSaw."
"One point for Panache," noted Leviathan ponderously, marking it down on a pad of paper conjured up for the purpose. "What about that one? The guy with the grey skin, in the grey suit?"
"Must be one of the Men in Grey," said Panache.
"Doofus!" Quiggman scoffed. "Those are characters, these are Authors. I say it's Greyman!"
"Which one?" asked Leviathan. "As best I can tell from Adama's Index, there are two of them?"
They pondered that for a moment, then Quiggman said "We've been saying 'grey' with an 'e' rather than 'gray' with an 'a', so I say it's probably the Greyman who usually signs off with an e, not the Grayman who usually signs off with an a."
"I didn't really follow that, but good enough," said Leviathan. "One point to Quiggman."
"Bullwinkle, there, with the fishbowl on his head, must be SpaceMoose," said Panache.
No one disputed it. "Another point to Panache," said Leviathan. "And I suspect the one in the banged-up armor and slitted helmet must be Booby Fett."
"Yeah?" Quiggman challenged. "Where are the boobies, then?"
"You're all boobies," sneered Booby Fett, brushing by them. "Barkeep! Gimme a highball! With a straw, if you know what's good for you!"
The Old Wizard handed him the drink, with a straw.
"A point to me," Leviathan announced, savoring his triumph. "Who's that other guy in armor?"
"The red and yellow armor?" Quiggman asked.
"That's kind of nicked up?" Panache added.
"That's the guy."
"Must be Iron Nick," Quiggman decided.
"Another point to Quiggman. And that broad-shouldered Cat-Furry with the donkey ears?"
"I dunno," said Quiggman. "Cat of Justice, maybe?"
"Not hermaphroditic enough," said Leviathan.
"I know! I know!" cried Panache. "It's gotta be Jack T Catt!"
"Point to Panache," noted Leviathan. "I know the last one, that tall, regal-looking dude in the military outfit looking down his mustache at everyone."
"Well I don't," said Quiggman.
"It's the High Commander," said Leviathan. "Point to me."
"So who won?" Panache asked.
"I dunno. Been forgetting to mark 'em all down, and I've lost count."
"Shit," muttered Quiggman. "Silly sort of game, anyway..."
"Panache won," said Dabbler, ambling over from the table he'd been sharing with Deja Voodoo (now departed), F-Cup Fitzgerald and You Wish. "He has three points, and you and Leviathan two each."
"How do you know?" Leviathan demanded.
"Been writing the episode."
Panache grinned suddenly. "Hey," he said, "this means you two owe me a free drink, right?"
"Certainly not!" said Quiggman.
Leviathan, grinning himself, demurred. "Now Quiggman," he said with a twinkle in his eye, "let's play fair. Wizard! How about a pint of your Private Reserve for my buddy Panache, here?"
"Of his what?" Panache asked. "Didn't quite catch that."
"Not important," Quiggman said. "What do you care, seeing as we're buying?"
"Good point," admitted Panache.
The Old Wizard, with a small smile, brought him the drink. I can hardly be blamed for this one, he thought...
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