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Secret Agent C.Q. Clover and Sargent Noir return and new face join the fray

Hello all! This is secret agent Razzle Dazzle reporting! I now have a penguinite mug, a veritable chalice of unbelievable strength.

Accompanying us today are secret agent wizardman Warmbrainer and "the Countess Madame", New transfers from out in the New Hampshire quantum experiment facility.

The night began with CQ performing a demonstration on her personal style of close quarters clover combat. Knocking me unconscious until now. Just in time to write this report and consume wings.

Codename: D materialized and affected the

Codename: D

The boss is taking codename: D out of confinement. He wants me to bring him to wingnight. I will report with the results if I survive the night.

Still no BBQ

Still no BBQ at the ol' pengun'. Wings have been juicy and ripe for the slathering, but they just won't budge in their puritanical ways. Fortunately, they still haven't seemed to mind my attempts at livening up my plate with ketchup.

I had an idea today, what if I smuggled in a glass Heinz bottle, and filled it with sweet baby rays? I wonder if I can re-color it to somehow look more like ketchup.

I admonish myself for not having thought of this sooner.

RED ALERT!!!

Ever since the departure of man(power), things at wing night have been declining, it has gotten to the point of establishment of martial law within the restaurant. Wing tax has also increased. It is now 15 cents a wing.

Yeeeeess.

I was accompanied tonight by my close cohorts: secret agent bandolero comanchero and secret agent muffinautumn happyshine. The wings were perfectly salty and crisp as far as their skin went, though they were noticeably dry in their meats. We consumed a round of connicticut brewery "hooker"'s ipa and Irish red ale. Bishop jughead was not present and as a result we ate sweet baby rays knowing that we're happy and we're safe in our little hideaway beneath the waves.

We arrived early at the penguin, and managed to get a seat at the sacred tower of power, where we fought and killed a dragon that had been alive for over 4000 years.

ps. secret agent man power, how goes your epic struggle? have you had any good wing night experiences in vermont country's mountain castle strongholds? i have been good, and everything that is good that could possibly happen to me is happening. provided below is an example...



















and yes, that's right, everyone loves the cat house.

-secret agent razzle dazzle

Brief

Agent razzle dazzle: Today I had the best lager I have ever tasted. It is the Baltic number 9 bottled in st Petersburg Russia. It is delicious and spicy and is the perfect beer for a day like today, chilly and breezy. It has been almost a month since my last post, but I have not missed a day since I first began coming here. In the absence of agent man power it has been difficult to rationalize posting an entry detailing the events of a wing night spent alone. Regardless of this, I will say in brief that the wings have been good. Better than ever. And I have had an exceptional time eating them at a leisurely pace. I have begun to notice that the wings are lightly salted and buttery when you take the time to eat them slowly. The buffalo sauce has been awful as usual and I tried for some time to eat them in honor of agent man power, though I now have come to the bitter realization that there are certain things that man power will always be more manly and
powerful than I at accomplishing. Penguin pizza. You need to have more choices for sauces or at least tone down the buffalo, it tastes like pure Tabasco. There are increasingly more and more bars in town that offer a heftier selection as well as boneless wings and more than just one day of opportunity; but I digress, I'm not even asking for something so drastic, no matter what happens, you are my wing night of choice. Just take my words to heart baby.

Baltika #9 - a blustery A+