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The old wise one, looks up at the foaming drink in Erax's hand, hmmm, "why thank you for the kind drink" replies the older genteelman. As Erax walks away, the wise one, reaches down under the table and opens his mysterious blk bag. He takes out a bottle, pours the foaming liquid into the bottle, seals it, then pulls out an UPS box, puts it in, puts a name tag that says Champagne Immortal on the bottle, writes Erax's address on it and has a FBW take it over to the local UPS and have it shipped http://forum.shrapnelgames.com/image...es/biggrin.gif
Ah Cipher, I shall endeavor to address your request concerning the foxys FBWs and impart upon them your feeling desire. They shall then enlighten you as to their or her's answer. I'm sure that they shall honor your request as a patron of this establishment. The old one watches in amusement as GT readies his disemboweling red hot poker cannon. He smiles, orders his usual and proceeds to watch the demise of those who want to dance with the Tigger Enraged.... http://forum.shrapnelgames.com/images/smilies/eek.gif |
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Thank you Mac, but Erax has mysteriously retrieved my drink already. I see that it is in fact gone from the bar, but how he got it from there to here I cannot say.
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As no one seems to be horribly interesting in the Puke-sicles (no surprise there!), and with Puke continuing his annoying prodding of his person, Renegade sets down the ice cube tray, grabs a beer stein and proceeds to scoop Puke into the large mug. Hastily (so Puke didn't escape) he opened the freezer and quickly shoved Puke into the frosty abyss. Puke's movements begin to slow, the next quill moving continually slower as he strove to insert it into Renegade's flesh.
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Puke pulls the file quill out of himself, and reaches out of the mug towards Renegade... slowly... reaching...
and slam! Renegade closes the door of the freezer. Its dark. Puke blinks. |
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Growltigga pushes a button and a large net drops from the ceiling and pins Black Knyght to the floor, face down and derriere upmost.........
Dialling the hand cannon to "Extreme Phall" (like a vindaloo but much much hotter and inedible), "with mango chutney and extra puppadums", Growltigga walks over with an evil smirk on his handsome feline face.......... "You'll enjoy this Black Knygt, not a lot, but you will enjoy it, and afterwards from necessity you will be so far in that closet you will be in Narnia" |
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Black Knyght gets a gleam in his eye, and responds. "Oh, not tonight, I think" and says the command word "Defense".
High-tech adamantium battle armor begins to engage all around him, unfolding from within its hidden compartments. Soon he is fully encased within his armor, and uses his actuator enhanced strength to snap the restaining net, slowly rise, and face his antagonist. Turning to face the stunned GrowlTiger, he asks " Are you ready to dance, Mr.Kitty?". He then states the word "Offense", and dozens upon dozens of concealed rockets, missiles, lasers, and miniguns emerge from their enclosures. Suddenly, off balance by all the incredible firepower sprouting from his armored suit, Black Knyght begins to stagger first off the the left abit, then suddenly to the right. He catches himself, sways slowly backward and then suddenly lurches forward in a clumsy attempt to regain balance. With a horrendous crash and shocked "Meooooaaaawwww", the enormous mass of metal that is Black Knyght falls on GrowlTiger like a felled Redwood Tree, flattenling him to the floor. Moments go by, and as the smoke clears all that can be seen of GrowlTiger is a frantically twitching tail and one slowly spasming foot.... |
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Unfortunately for BlackKnyght, he has fallen forward onto GT...and GT's instrument of rectal agony fell free onto the floor of the B&G!
Quickly grabbing the Cannon, Renegade trys to "take advantage" of BK's awkward position, only to be thwarted by his armor. Racing off, Renegade grabs an acetylene torch and begins dismembering BK's armor over a certain tender area of BK's anatomy, to allow the RHPHC easier access to do its thing... http://forum.shrapnelgames.com/image...es/redface.gif http://forum.shrapnelgames.com/image...es/redface.gif |
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Suddenly aware of the rising temperatures around his derriere, Black Knyght becomes concerned of a possible fire, and the severe risk of "cook-off" !!!
Calling up an internal systems moniter, Black Knyght activates the fire-suppression system built into his armor. Jets of thick, oxygen-smothering foam, designed to put out fires and rapidly reduce localized temperature spikes, spray back towards the heated aft section of Black Knyght's armor. Renegade 13, caught unawares in his concentrated efforts, is quickly covered in the clingy foam. The suppression system continues to spray the freezing, oxygen-smothering goo until Renegade 13 resembles a poorly constructed snowman...." |
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Growltigga, dazed, confused, battered and now right royally narked, pushes himself out from under Black Knygt whilst he is spraying stuff from his backside on Renegade.
"You nasty little American twerp" says the great cat. Armour doesn't stop me. He pulls out his Swiss Army Knife, pulls out the attachment for adamantine armour and whittles off the bottom portion of the suite whilst said foam deluge is still happening. Snatching the red hot poker hand cannon from Renegage, Growltigga lines up on BK's under garments, dials the cannon to "Ultra Curry (with a hint of lime)" and attacks "Frying tonight" GT yells...... as Black Kyght squeals like a stuck pig (well I guess he is really) and gets a taste of pure fire up his windward passage......... |
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Saxon arrives, dapper as always, and is instantly handed a drink by one of his FBW. The other patrons watch respectfully, knowing that he is here to pick up the cut he is given from the tips the FBW receive. They also know that the FBW will withhold their charms from any who upset “The Big Guy,” so they are as polite as they can manage. For some, this is obviously a challenge.
Saxon nods greetings to the crowd, pleased to receive his deserved respect, as well as pleased he does not need to disembowel that damn T-Rex that was handling parking for so long. With a small gesture, he indicates that complimentary drinks are to be taken to Mac and Growltigga, as well as a towel to clean up the mess that Black Knyght has made. |
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