Blake

Bartender(Blake): Listen here you can’t just walk in here with a real sword he said as he wiped down a glass give me one good reason to carry something like that around in this day and age. Aaron(YOU): Mimics! you blurted out, I laughed nervously the bartender laughed and the table laughed the laughter of the table died away as the wooden table rippled and morphed, stubby legs sprouted from its underside and a toothy maw split open from where the table top had been