Re: The beginning of BWIII!
Agent Zero strolls into the Bar, as per usual tripping over the step and banging his head on the 'Mind The Step' sign. After gruesomely disposing of the cartoon birdies swirling around his head, he looks across the Bar to where his ice cold pint of Guiness awaits. And between AZ and his pint are the legions of battling mutant critters.
"Sigh. Why is the place always packed whenever I want a quiet pint?"
Not bothering to wait for an answer to his question, Agent Zero whips out the twin swords he shamelessly ripped off of Bloodrayne, and hurls himself into the fray. 3 minutes and 14 seconds later he is at the Bar with his pint. GrowlTigga's, El Phil's and Strategia's former armies lie behind him, uniformly reduced to a quivering mass of intestines.
And so, children, the moral of this story is: Never get between an Irishman and his pint.
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