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The bar patrons roll their eyes as they look at DavidG rolling around on the floor laughing histerically. Assuming he is just wasted yet again they move on not realizing he has just been viewing this net site:

http://5ea.fm.interia.pl/swf/me.swf

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...Taz serves Dogscoff his fried Geo-head and wonders at the things some (people?) eat! http://forum.shrapnelgames.com/images/icons/icon9.gif

Speaking of eating, Taz snags some lobsters and puts them together with some corn, potatoes, clams, and onions for an oldfashion Lobster Bake. http://forum.shrapnelgames.com/images/icons/icon10.gif

Might as well get a decent meal while watching all the fun... http://forum.shrapnelgames.com/images/icons/icon12.gif

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Chardo barely stumbles into the cantina. The fluffy bunny W's take just a little pity on him and get him 2 drinks (on Mac's tab, to be paid back as soon as Chardo recovers from work implosion bomb) and ease him into what they believe is a work protective field (who else would know better what to do with a work stressed patron???)

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as Mac is relaxing at his table one of the fbw brings him a bill.. "now what the heck is this he mutters as he sees his tab is a whopping $3600." I didn't think I ate and drank that much he exclaims as he pulls out his check book." Well I guess when you get older the mind is the first to go as writes out a check for the full amount, I just hope it doesn't bounce http://forum.shrapnelgames.com/images/icons/shock.gif He orders a very stiff double of Canadian Club with ginger, large glass, moves his Bishop to Queens 4 at Paladins game table, puts his feet up and thinks only another week until vacation...... aaahhhhh

just some ideas Mac

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A new day, a new week, ahhh only 5 wrkg days to vacation to rest these weary bones. Mac plops his tired frame into his favorite chair at his table, places and order from a FBW, leans back and looks at the quiet cantina. Hmmm, quiet day, everyone must be on vacation, he thinks as he pours the potent orange juice down his dry parched throat. He see that Taz wiping down the glasses after feeding what looks like Piranhas in one of the large fish tanks, hmmm, guess we know where the Geo's head remains went..., Paladin still sitting at his cornor table contemplating his next chess move, hmm, someone appears to have painted a wool bear on the Kissing Gnu picture over the bar he observes, oh well, at least is quiet and cool in here,

relaxing mac

[ July 22, 2002, 18:31: Message edited by: mac5732 ]

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Geo sat at a table with his back to the wall keeping a close eye on Dogscoff. He had come very close to storming out of the bar the moment his third head had finished sprouting. Only the excellent customer service of Taz kept Gt from losing a valuable customer.

First he was given several drinks on the house. Well, he was told they were on the house. Knowing the Big Cat's galactic level of tightness with the purse strings, Taz had actually put them on Dogscoff's tab. That old sea bag will never know anyway, he's always too sauced by the time it comes to settle up.

Next Geo was provided with a Kevlar turtle neck sweater, with titatnium plate inserts, to keep Dogscoff, or anyone with similer ideas from doing anything else silly.

So there Geo sat, thinking just about everything was ok. Now if he could only get this smelly octopod to relinquish it's perch on top of his newly formed head. Apparently it had grown quite fond of living on Geo's body, and was not showing any interest of leaving. It wouldn't be so bad he thought, if he could just get it to stop moving it's little magic marker mouth every time he talked in such a mocking way. That was very annoying, thought Geo.

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By way of apology (and maybe to improve the flavour) Dogscoff promises Geo something special to eat. Upon Dogscoff's approach, the octopus hops merrily down from Geo's scalp, smiling broadly with his magic marker mouth and making affectionate little scampering motions around the ocean-king... "Awww, how cute." thinks Dogscoff. Then he whips out the trusty samurai sword, and in a flash of steel reduces the octopus to so much sushi. He arranges the delicay on a plate and offers it to Geo, making sure to select a piece for himself first so he doesn't get stuck with a funny- tasting magic-marker bit.

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puke passes down a tray of wasabi and a bottle of soy sauce.

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WHAT'S UP?
WAAAAASSSSSAAAAAABBBBBBBIIIIIIII??
That's cool.

Growltigga tightens the toggles on his eLastic underwear just in case he laughs too hard

Now, despite Dogscoff being the resident joke in the Cantina, Growltigga decides to get in touch with his feminine side and tell a few jokes to lighten the mood and break the ice with the FBW....

"It's just too hot to wear clothes today," Jack says as he stepped out of the shower, "darling, what do you think the neighbours would think if I
mowed the lawn like this?"
"Probably that I married you for your money," she replied."

BOOM BOOM

He said - Shall we try swapping positions tonight?
She said - That's a good idea...you stand by the ironing board while I sit on the sofa and fart"

BOOM BOOM

"He said - Since I first laid eyes on you, I've wanted to make love to you really badly.
She said - Well, you succeeded."

MWA MWA MWAAAA WAAAAAAA

"Doctor Dave had slept with one of his patients and had felt guilty all day long. No matter how much he tried to forget about it, he couldn't. The
guilt and sense of betrayal was overwhelming. But every once in a while he'd hear that soothing voice within himself, trying to reassure him:

"Dave, don't worry about it. You aren't the first doctor to sleep with one of their patients and you won't be the Last. And you're single. Let
it go......"

But invariably, the other voice inside his head would bring him back to reality:

"Dave, you're a vet...."

Growltigga retires to "the upstairs room" surrounded by adoring, amiable and athletic FBW's

[ July 23, 2002, 10:38: Message edited by: Growltigga ]

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Indulging in a friendly exchange of "horrific pain with blunt objects" with his old pal Growltigga, dogscoff suddenly stops the game and tilts his head to one side.
"Can you hear something?"
"No." Says 'Tigga.
"Can't you hear that noise?"
'Tigga listens carefully. "There is no noise."
"Exactly." Dogscoff steps out into the beer gardens and produces a small pair of field glasses. After scouring the horizon for a few seconds, he hands the glasses to Growltigga. "There. That black and white lump on the other thread."
Growltigga spies the distant object. "What is it?"
"It's one of those remote miming stations."
With that Growltigga produces some horribly convoluted piece of weaponry and carefully aims it at the station...