Jonno23 pushed open the double doors to the kitchen and walked straight across to a closed door on the other side.  He ignored the usual clatter of dishes and idle banter of the chef and line cooks slapping together what some people call bar food.  The Sty was known for only two things, its “Moon Landing burger”, created by none other that Buzz Aldrin, and its “Not in Philly Cheesesteak.”  People came from all over just to try the burger and cheesteak, but most never came back to the Sty. It wasn’t because of the food was bad, or the bar was dirty, on the contrary. The Sty was a great place, a place that welcomed everyone regardless of where you were from or who you are, but it was a tough place to hang out at. Only a handful could handle the unrestrained cynical abuse, by the staff and regulars, and if you didn’t run out screaming or blindingly angry at some point, you were allowed to stay.

A locked door stood in front of Jonno23’s way. Looking over his shoulder, he knocked quickly three times, and then after a pause, two more times. He heard the latch unlock and the door creak slightly open.  “Who is it?” a pair of floating dark eyes said.

“It’s me, Jonno23.” He said in a hushed tone.  A moment later the door opened all the way with Chrismar standing behind it.  Jonno23 walked into a small smoked filled room filled with neatly organized kegs and boxes of liquor. There was a door to the outside alleyway and directly across from him, in the center of the room, was a poker table with four chairs.  Around the table was Rodneyharrision1966, Damien Walker, and Ott!. Chrismar sat back down in the remaining open chair.   There were empty beer bottles and cigarette filled ashtrays set down on boxes around the poker table, it looked like they’ve been playing for a while. 

“Ott!, Orbitgal is here.”

“Already? “He said, looking at his cards, “Alright boys, I’m cashing out” He tossed the cards on the table and started stacking his money into a hasty pile before stuffing it in his pocket.  Damien and Rodneyharrision1966 both looked pissed, they had just lost to the greatest bluffer the Sty has seen in a long time, at least since the owner Mr. Pig Sty Avenue was last around.  Chrismar looked at his cards, and then at Ott!  Folding his cards on the table he reclined back with a “I couldn’t give a shit” attitude and sat there in silence.

FWOT rolled here eyes as she poured the last beer for Leesure’s table.  They're at it again, she thought.  She walked quickly to their table, mugs floating on her  brown plastic tray in the air, hoping to avoid being dragged into their silly argument.

“I don’t get it Andertho, why would God have, or even need a penis?”

Andertho didn’t even notice FWOT placing a mug of beer in front of him, he was concentrating like a the master debator he was, “No, God's Penis is not a biological organ. I never said God's Penis was the same as man's penis. Obviously it wouldn't be. That is why I pointed out God has a Holy, Righteous Penis. That is to say, it's not the same as man's corrupted, fleshy one.”

“Just listen to yourself Andertho!  What you’re saying is completely ridiculous!  It just doesn’t make sense” quipped Leesure.

“As I said when this subject first came up, once again: Penises are not just for sex & peeing. It is only because man is evil that he thinks of penises exclusively in those terms.” Andertho leaned back and crossed his arms.

“Man is made in the image of God the Father. That is the primary reason why man has a penis.”

“You cannot insert your evil prejudicial ideas of man's penis onto God - which is exactly what you are doing. God's Penis is not equal to man's penis. It's really not hard to understand.”

Leesure leaned back and rolled his eyes too, he glanced up at FWOT as she placed his mug down in front of him. She didn’t say a word but shot him the “You two are being silly children again” look.