Breekan nods. "I suppose that's fair- keep in mind, it's just a theory. Dad's certainly been able to harass us here before, but he seems to give us a little less grief as long as we're here. It could be his rule just as much as it is the Universe's." He cuts off a bit of steak and dips it into his egg yolk, his stomach gurgling happily. "As far as Spooky behind the counter goes, I don't know any much than you. I did a stint here as Janitor for a while, and he seemed as cryptic then as ever. Used to be, a few people here- I think some of them were vampires, but others I think really were just psychopaths- would off the Bartenders for fun. I'm not sure though if they just... came back as this guy, or if the bar created him, maybe to reduce mess."
The Catshife's hairs begin to stand on end for no particular reason. He clears his throat. The Bartender continues to clean that same damn glass with that same damn rag. "Tell you what, though, I'm not going to be the one to off him and find out."