He peers at the audience with an expression that's bored and kind of irritated, mostly indicated by the line of his mouth and what would be eyebrows if he had them; the bug eye lenses are a little harder to read since there aren't actually eyes there, but somehow he manages to emote just fine.]

We are currently open for business once again, since the usual staff was recently deceased and are in no state to serve things to people currently.  I will take this moment to state that at least one of them deserves this probably, although I suppose it is inappropriate of me to voice open appreciation for the misfortune of others.  Particularly fleshies.

However, I do not care.  Personally you could all die and I would not care.

Until that point, I will settle for serving you the alcohol that is now once again available to you all.  You are welcome.

Megamind has not managed to burn down the bar yet.  I emphasize yet.

[A beat, and then he turns his head to look somewhere off camera.  The judgmental look deepens, a frown spreading across his face.]

Please hold.  I believe Megamind has started another grease fire.


[SPAM]

[For anyone interested in investigating more personally, for the rest of his shift Aaron and Megamind can be found in the bar, doing their thing, mostly productively.  Or at least trying...kind of hard.]