Karaoke DUET 53
Asgard hosts magnificent Great Halls, designed by the most skilled artisans in the Nine Realms to carry our songs of celebration and victory to Valhalla itself. If you’re a god who saved Earth from an alien invasion and a robot army, though, Karaoke Duet offers you unlimited $1 sake bombs. It is a toss-up, really.
I was very pleased with the song selection! Clint, my colleague who is excellent at shooting sticks through the air, told me that no work of art captures the human experience more perfectly than an underappreciated ballad called “Heart And Soul”–and Josh, our friendly “karaokeologist,” located it for me! And when I roared the words of the poet T’Pau with such glorious fury that the microphone shattered, Josh simply gave a “thumbs up” and procured a fresh one for me. I may hire him as my intern.
My sole complaint–and the reason I could not award all five stars–was the placement of the neon tube lights in our karaoke room. A glowing violet hue so close to a painted orange semicircle? It is an affront to responsible color schematics, and reminded me too much of Loki’s sock drawer.
Overall, I would urge anyone who enjoys singing and sake bombs to patronize this establishment.
I recently held a birthday party for Stark at Lucky Strike, and it was an outstanding experience. I called his office and claimed that the bowling alley needed us to work together, to fight the battles its employees never could. He smashed through the wall, repulsors shimmering. Our server, Meredith, simply chuckled and fastened a party hat on his helmet! She was professional and attentive throughout, and even delivered complimentary nachos!
In 1,500 years of life, I have never owned footwear that can match the comfort and style of the special shoes we rented from Todd. It was he who suggested that we consider beginning our tournament with “bumper lanes.” Oh, what mirthful tones erupted from our throats!
Thank you, Lucky Strike, for making Stark’s 207th birthday or whatever such a success!
I agreed to visit this restaurant because morale among my coworkers is currently abysmal, and my new friend Rabbit had developed an intense craving for a Triple Bacon Burger with extra bacon. For some reason, Applebee’s does not operate in Wakanda, so I selected the Theater District location in Manhattan. I suppose I felt guilty about accidentally hurling a Leviathan into it and destroying the entire building during the Battle of New York. Rabbit and I arrived famished, excited at the prospect of “Eatin’ Good in the Neighborhood.”
We ought to have lowered the bar. Gerald appeared more interested in gossiping in the corner with the other servers than assisting us. Six of the eight Bourbon Street steaks I ordered were served with an insufficient amount of crispy red potatoes. Rabbit’s bacon proved so flimsy and rubbery that I did not attempt to stop him when he shot his burger multiple times. The gunshots temporarily caught Gerald’s attention, and he promised me that I would receive a refill on my Mellow Yellow. I did not.
Applebee’s added an automatic 18% gratuity, which increased to 23% after Rabbit’s mounting frustration resulted in him dive-bombing a busboy cart. I expect that we will not be returning.
@Sklcrshrmtn requested something Marvel-related.
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