Re: Foolish mortal, who?
RD looks on from the bar as he reads a Preacher Comic, the resulting hostilities of this war has made approaching the bar quite hazardous.
Smiling he quickly grabs the gold statue of Taz and pins up a chalkboard in it's outstretched claws. RD quickly begins writing down the Odds for battle.
"Who Will Win this battle? The Byzantine Hoardes of Growltigga the Great? The Gherkin Ottoman Legions of the Vomitious One? Or the newly arrived Armies of Assyrian Geeskat of the dastardly Moustache Twirling El_Phil? Or even the Incumbent Forces of Strategia? Place your bets!"
RD relaxes once again, feet on bar, waiting to line the Cantina's Coffers with more income. A lone flying seamander is batted towards the bar, the glowing polished bar seemingly untouched by the war (like Growltigga would allow the bar to be damaged? All that European and English High Quality Stock!) It's flight path is short lived as RD unholsters his Colt Python and splatters it inches away from the bar stools upholstery. Under the roars of battle he mutters...
"No such thing as 'Overkill', Only 'Just Enough Kill.'"
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