[Strategia_In_Ultima]

AZ: "Of all the freaking threats in the Universe... why oh WHY DID HE HAVE TO BRING MOO3 INTO THIS?!?!?" Shadows enter the place even quicker than before. This time, they're all adorned with MOO3 memorabilia - user's manuals in hands, claws, tentacles, whatnots, copies sticking out of backpacks, vest pockets, sacks to for invertebrates to carry slung around anything, and - worst of all - T-Shirts with MOO3 print... in full color. The same demon eyes Strategia hungrily. He pulls out a weapon and annihilates the demon in a flash of cauterized proto-photons. An even larger one takes its place. He ponders his mistake.

AZ does not seem to notice all of this, still staring wide-eyed at the manual in the fish's mouth. Meanwhile, all the other patrons stare terrified - mortified - at the very embodiment of Hell on Sol III.

The bartender (still need to find someone for that, though - we can't keep referring to him/her/it as "the bartender".) quickly offers one of the more vicious-looking demons a Galactic Core, and this seems to pacify them.

"A new super-weapon," mutters a lesser demon in awe as it steps/sloshes out of the take-out on its three feet and sixty-odd tentacles.

Strategia really begins to worry, as he's been referring to himself in the third person too often lately. He thinks he should make an appointment with the psychiatrist soon. Perhaps one of the new [%PsychicRaceName] psycho-neuro-pathologic-paranoid schizophrenics that have recently been spotted in the streets of the psycho district.