THE DUNGEN

You open the old wooden door, and enter a bar. The air is humid and it smells like a swamp. The chairs are in disarray, and the stools are mostly broken. What kind of psychopath would want to go here?
There are only two people here:
A crazed, homeless, bearded, glass eyed man, and a waitress with a huge horn, who greets you as you see her.
"Welcome to the Swamp Whomp Bar!"