Ratz looks over at wrewdison, his squinty brown eyes narrowing in confusion. "Water slide? Zeb never mentioned anything about a water slide," he replies in his gruff voice, his German accent cutting through his words. "This place is barely big enough to fit the patrons as it is," he adds, gesturing around the small bar. Ratz continues polishing a glass as he speaks, his wrinkled face scrunching in thought. "If Zeb wants a water slide, he better find a bigger space. Or maybe he's just losin' it, Herr. I wouldn't put it past him." He chuckles gruffly, the mechanical arm at his side jerking monotonously as he continues his work.

taken in #chatsubo