You enter the bar. Being early morning on a weekday, it's empty, save for a single man standing behind the countertop. He's a man of African-American descent in his mid-20's, and wears the-vest-and-tiny-bow-tie-combo classic bartenders always seemed to wear on TV. He looks at you with a kind smile.
He speaks to you:
[ Welcome. You must be tired. ]
[ Let me get you something refreshing. ]
[ You like video games? ]
[ YES NO ]
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