Posted by Morpork at May 11th, 2007

Farmer Farmer* entered the tavern. It was packed with people in impractical clothing and bizarre hair styles. Before he came to the city, he never knew people had green hair and were called j4y_03 or Swordmaster Gannandorf. He approached the bartender and ordered a tankard of New-Tonne’s Secund Row and on sipping, indeed found himself with a twirly feeling in the stomach that suggested a rearranging of his internal organs.

Farmer wasn’t a bright person but he knew not to play with organs that are inside one’s body. After all, the only sound he knew how to make with them seemed to be blarp and accompanied with a very unpleasant smell.

“Barkeep. I’m looking to hire Ad-vent Childrens.”

The barkeeper looked at him and stood silent for a while.

“Try Moving Pictures next door.”

“But I need brave fighting peo-” he glanced at the crowd, “-things that can save my farm from a-”

“Quiet, man! Adventurers in a tavern are unemployed! You want to be mobbed?”

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*People have heard of a Farmer Smith or an Environmentalist who is called Forrester and don’t think twice about it. Farmer Farmer is only being consistent.