Borris half marches in to the estabolishment.
"Um look'n tuh mount uh party!" He barks, then, trips on his own untied bootlace, launches himself in a flailing trajectory, takes out a few empty tables and chairs along the way, grunts, smashes roundly in to the book case, causing a few items on the shelf to bounce quickly in to a random animation, some of which land on his head, one of which happens to be the map.
Along the way his bag becomes temporarily airborne. It's trajectory is a lopsided spin, quickly causing it to empty it's contents entirely. Items scatter everywhere. Among them is a bottle of milk. It's flight pitches it well in the direction of a drunken patron who is slumped in a corner in a half catatonic state. Upon impact, the bottle renders the drunk further in to catatonia and coates him in the a white liquid.
Nearby, through a hole in the floorboards, moments after Borris's complete landing, mouse squeakes of rejoice are heard.
Milk will be on the menu tonight!
//Been a little hog tied at work latley but but I'm beginning to break free a bit and I definitly want to make a run for this thing.
Sadly, I'm only good for Mondays ALL HOURS and Tuesdays ALL HOURS
(For what its worth I'm arrangeing a rare Sunday off on the 23rd So I will be available ALL HOURS then but that is quite a ways away from now, and I certainly don't expect everyone to wait for me. I want everyone to have a great time with or without me.)//