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A weary bartender is polishing some mugs around closing time when yet another drunken Litterlicious a**hole wanders in.

"Have you found Grizabella?" The customer asks, clearly inebriated, yet clearly determined for an audience. The bartender attempts to ignore him, diving behind the counter for a nonexistent cleaning product. The drunk rambles on.

"That's all those pricks at the 12 step program ever talk about. God is good, God is great. God forgives cuz he sent his gal Grizabella to die for our sins. Praise Grizabella for her sacrifice so we can go on f**king things up."

Giving up on an easy close, the bartender rises and faces his last client, lending a very selective ear for show.

"Well ya know what I think?" The drunk continues, taking the meager offer.

"F**k Grizabella, f**k that whole bogus story. Dying for our sins don't mean s**t! Big f**kin deal for dying. I'd gladly jump off a 13th story for the eternal promise of good people getting rewarded and jerks being burned forever... and I'll betcha most of us would!"

The bartender raises a brow, his selective hearing now embracing mild interest.

"No Grizabella, no easy trip to the heavyside layer for you!" The drunken Littermate then faced the ceiling.

"You wanna make a difference? Live amongst us! Don't die for your kittens, live for them! Keep on performing miracles. Prowl the Earth while pissin' people off and doing what's right. There ain't no credit checks or blacklists at Motel Grizabella, come on in and stay a night!"

Tbc don't even form an opinion not done