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We ignore you.

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You won't ignore us when your brains are swirled into our new fitness shakes!

MuaUAHAHAHAHAHAH

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RD prompts down a portable bar in amongst the wreckage and starts polishing classes. Seemingly unaware of the destruction around them.

"Renegade? Thirsty?" http://forum.shrapnelgames.com/images/smilies/wink.gif

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Strategia prompts down a portable micro-nuke in amongst the glasses on RD's bar and starts setting up radiation containment fields. Seemingly unaware of the destruction around them, RD and Renegade have a drink.

ka-BOOM!!!!!

RD and Renegade have been glassed (literally). The radiation is sucked into RadTainment devices and dissipated into another (artificial) dimension, courtesty of General Jack Simth.

Strategia prompts down a portable bar in amongst the wreckage and starts polishing glasses. Seemingly unaware of the smoking crater around them.

"Ashton? Thirsty?" http://forum.shrapnelgames.com/images/smilies/wink.gif http://forum.shrapnelgames.com/image...es/biggrin.gif

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Sure, give me some juice while I work on my fortified house.

[i]Ashton starts placing some anti-proton turrets on the outside for ground targets, and adds around 3 massive WMG on the top for air targets.

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Growltigga picks himself up from behind the counter, quietly congratulating himself for ensuring that he wore his reactive regenerating emission armour plated underpants (airtex Y-fronts of course!!)....

He notes Mac is almost fragrant for a change, and moving to the back of the glass washer, attached a hoover nozzle and sucks up all the concentrated Mac juice from the water outflow in the washer...

He looks over to the plucky (but sadly misguided) young North American mackerel bashing poodle snogging pansy, NullAshton, in the corner.

Taking aim with his new Turbo powered Skaggy Guff Cannon, he fires a torrid blast of Mac washwater at NullAshton, who collapses to the floor, wretching horribly and throwing up all over the place.

"Ahem", thinks the great kat, "to coin an American phrase, your arse is mine (how uncouth".. he strolls over to the prone NullAshton, pulls out his flensing knife and remove said Dog Doodlers trousers..... the red hot poker hand cannon of eternal pain and damnation is pulled out, steaming quietly, is cocked and pointed at the girly boy American's rectum....

"This one is for Bunker Hill" says the great kat, as he pulls the trigger....

Cue sizzling noises, smell of burnt ringpiece, strangled cries of pain from NullAshton, whoops of tears and laughter from Mac and the other old hands, and a generall cry for someone to put some toilet paper in the freezer!!!!

Damn, I miss the old days and the old ways....

GT looks round to see if Atrocities is anywhere. He hasn't abused or murdered him in AGESSSSS

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I'm safely in my fortress on the land... That washwater would just bounce off the fortres...

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NullAshton,

You obviously have not delved into the deepest darkest depths of disgusting depravity (how is that for alliteration) which underpin the cantina.

Nothing is as insidious, foul, disgusting, loathsome, nausea inducing and generally minging as anything to do with Mac. No fortress on this planet or universe could shield you from a blast of condensed Mac essence - imagine, it is a sickly yellow in colour, has the consistency of crunchy peannut butter mixed with walnut oil, smells like the worst French latrine on the planet, bubbles alarmingly and has a tendency to eat through pretty much any container it is placed in (if left long enough)....

I am afraid my young upstart that you is currently prone on the cantina floor, covered in icky goo, smelling like the bins behind a Turkish cathouse on half price night, and having the handle of a red hot poker sticking out of your butt... oh, and you are steaming quite nicely a la Mount St Helens.

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I would also be beamed out of my fortress if the walls were penetrated.

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No, you wouldn't.

As any doyenne of the cantina knows, there is a dampening field in continual operation which stops any teleportation shennanigans...

You will have to take your licks like a man young NullAshton.. look on the bright side, you can always wreek wour wascally wevenge....

Hey, any one fancy theme nights? how about a few suggestions, I think we can go Roman and have a toga party, the theme being Caesar crossing the Rubicon - bags I get to dress up as a vestal virgin