By Russell Streur
Camel: I’m parched.
Tavern Door: The door’s open.
Bartender: How’s life treating you, big fella?
Camel: Life’s not treating me at all.
Bartender: How’s that?
Camel: I’m paying for everything.
Bartender: That bad?
Camel: Those slave drivers I work for are killing me.
Bartender: Nobody ever said life on the Silk Road was going to be smooth
Camel: I need a vacation.
Tempting Skirt: What do you have in mind?
Camel: How’d she get here?
Bartender: It’s a public establishment.
Tempting Skirt: We have some lovely options this week.
Camel: Tell me more.
Tempting Skirt: Duet In Melancholy Distance is a popular destination.
Camel: I’d like something sunnier.
Tempting Skirt: Bigger Limbo might be up your alley.
Camel: Sounds expensive.
Tempting Skirt: But worth every penny. How about Wander Off In Fog?
Bartender: That sounds like fun.
Camel: I need a drink.
Bartender: What’ll it be?
Camel: Hemlock. Straight up.