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Re: Forum Chat Bar & Grill
Hey RD, you know you owe me a favour or three? Well, please forward that report to the relevant authorities, and clear up my name from all records of the Cantina. It isn't that I am being suspicious of course, just the routine.
So, your monopoly has once more been challenged. The location of the new Chat and Grill has been pinpointed to be exactly here . The owner, or one of the owners of the place, made a proclamation of independence from the Cantina here . Hope you will make good use of this data RD, and don't forget, I've never been here. The United Spying Cells: all the intelligence you have ever wanted without asking it, and then some more you couldn't care less about. |
Re: Forum Chat Bar & Grill
Hey kids here at the Bar and Grill!
It turns out that the Won-Ton Violence Take-Out Hut is doing really well! yea yea yea! Let's see if we can work out a deal. Our feud to this point has resulted in a lot of shattered glass and my air hockey table was bumped during the Air Hockey Intergalactic Super Championships. Why don't we both pool our resources and build a wormhole so we can bridge our two establishments and create one super getaway for the masses? Either that or I can just use the revenue from the 2,302nd Olympiad (which we held in the dining area) and buy you out? Think about it, my groovy arch-enemies! Peace, Love, and Bellbottoms! |
Re: Forum Chat Bar & Grill
Dear Rudy, tho we appreciate your forthcoming acquaintence in the search of free space, You must direct all inquires to the owner of this establishment, One, Mr GT GrowelTigga Inc. along with his compatriot in arms, one Dogscoff, they have controlling interest of these premisis. Therefore, all correspondence must be directed towards his furry highness http://forum.shrapnelgames.com/image...es/biggrin.gif
PS. (GT, tks for the new threads and the free wash, the soap was a little green and rough, but i hardly noticed it with my clothes still on. http://forum.shrapnelgames.com/image...ies/tongue.gif The old one enters the spanking new look Cantina with a Liz Hurly clone on each arm and a chainmail lady clone leading his procession to his old defumagated, disinfected and whitewashed cornor table. |
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What!?! No more darkened corners for me to lurk in? Oh well, I guess I can see if any of those FBW's are lonely http://forum.shrapnelgames.com/images/smilies/wink.gif
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Oooh! New and shiney. Hey does anyone know where I can leave my horde of fluffy rabid bunny rabits? I left em outside and they seem to be mating with the killer mongeese which I fear will create a master race that will destroy us all.
Anyhoo, I'm still noticing a complete lack of male FBWs. Bring on the oily muscley men! In jeans cause Speedos are just nasty. Now in accordance with Growltigger's latest directive let's have ourselves some cartoon violence! Angel promply drops an anvil on Renegade's head. Ha! You thought I forgot, didn't you? Bwahaha! |
Re: Forum Chat Bar & Grill
Agent Zero gently twaps Angel on the back of the head with an oversized wooden hammer.
"And why exactly would you be needing male FBWs, my dear? |
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Strategia enters the B&G.
"So... you wanted cartoon violence?" pulls out a massively oversized tommygun from inside his maffioso tux's breast pocket fires a couple of undersized sharks as bullets from the tommygun. A pair of them seek towards Angel and AZ. |
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RD Quickly whips out one of the infamous black holes from many a cartoon and slings one across the floorboards to Strategias feet, who promptly falls into the basement.
"Now that was a plot-hole and a half" *insert groans here* http://forum.shrapnelgames.com/images/smilies/wink.gif |
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the small sharks continue to seek after Angel and AZ as they run (fly) to evade them. Snapping hungrily, they pull their fins more to their bodies, and for some reason suddenly go much faster, as it always is in cartoons.
From the basement: "Hunh?" |
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Agent Zero leads Angel through a maze of coridors and doors, barely keeping ahead of the miniature sharks racing after them. They race up and down stairs, around corners and down hallways until they reach the basement and leg it passed a dazed Strategia, and leap up to the ground floor, whereupon Zero unsticks the hole from the floor and tucks it away in his pocket. The two then nonchlantly stroll over to the bar and order very stiff drinks.
Somewhere below them, a faint screaming can be heard... |
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