*RD Grabs runs over to primitive, tips him, grabs a baguette and lights it on fire.*
"Thanks for reminding me"
*Both sides get ready to face off and RD sets 'the plan' into action.... hopefully he won't have to resort to the drastic measures required. Firstly a roar is heard as the sound more furrocious than a T-Rex bellows throughout the room. It's the sound of A FEMALE T-Rex, Barry is torn it would seem between loyalty and repopulating his race...*
*The sound of schreeching fills the air as the ranks of Growltiggers army began to scuttle in all directions. RD with the help of his allies has directed the full force of Country Music upon the Byzantine Hordes*
*The Not-so-heavy atillery is wheeled into position behind the cantina patrons, made from the remains of the old Cantinas of past. The Knights, Conservatives and Were gerbils all stand in front, Shrubbery, Manifestos and Claws all bared before the enemy.*
"As is my tradition i will fire a warning shot!" RD Shouts outloud.
*In orbit, away from the technology dampening field, the Deadstar battlemoon fires it's laser guided (and thorougly non american made
) Cannon. A huge bLast of paint fires through the cantina skylight and hits the Patron of Cartoon Violence. Moments later Growltigger looks around as everyone looks at him very strangely. He checks his rather debonair appearence in the mirror only to find himself covered in the Welsh National Colours, including the red dragon on his chest and forehead...*
"Doesn't Look very English to me...."
*It has begun*
And Powerman, glad to have you on board.
Your PUNishment might just gives us the edge
[ April 26, 2004, 15:20: Message edited by: Raging Deadstar ]