"Right, Sorry." Lone Star said as the machine levelled off. "Need me to go lower?"
Lone Star will have perfect control over his voice next post because this format is getting ridiculous.
"Bar, sir. Uh... we got beer? Maybe some milk?""What!" Shell Shock banged on the counter. "How ken y'all call yerself a pub if ya dinnae serve whiskey?!"
Wrench had already sat down, but facehoofed as he heard that.