The Eternal Steakhouse

[Squeblish Nef?]

Hello, and welcome to the Eternal Steakhouse!
Can I take your order please?

[Squeblish Nef?]

I'd give you a menu, but it doesn't matter, because it's all free!
I'll get you whatever you want, and it won't cost you a thing.
[Waitress drops pen and bends to pick it up, showing a quite admirable amount of cleavage.]

OOC: You know you want to. I can see that animal look in your eyes.

[Squeblish Nef?]

OOC: Look, I'll get you started. It'll be just like the Volcano. You like the Volcano, don't you?

IC: [Mr Fox swaggers in, wearing an open leather jacket, a skin-tight black T-shirt, tight leather pants and knee-high steel-capped boots. He has a diamond ear-ring and a fancy black goatee and is quite obviously hung like a rhinoceros. He sits down at a table.]
Hey, you! Yeah, the one with the ass! No, not you, ma'am, the other one! Yeah, you! Get over here!
[A very physically alluring young waitress appears, wearing a tight-fitting short dress and, very obviously, no underwear.]
Can I help you, sir?
[Foxy gets a good handful of firm, smooth buttock.]
You certainly can, lady. Can you direct me to the john?
[The waitress gets his general gyst.]
I'll lead the way, sir.

[GeneralTacticus]

[A Patagonian intelligence agent relaxing in TES chokes on his drink as he sees Mr. Fox walk in. He wipes his face, double-checks Mr. Fox's identity, then sends a priority one transmission to the Imperial Command Centre, reporting the Mr. Fox is here and will likely be busy for a little bit]

[A few minutes later, he receives a reply, stating that a rapid repsonse force from the Imperial Guard is being assembled to raid TES and apprehend Mr. Fox. In the meantime, he is to them informed of the movements of this heinous criminal]

[Squeblish Nef?]

[Mr Fox swaggers out of the Gymp's Cubicle, wiping a large butcher's knife on some tissue paper.]