[AgentZero]

"Hmmm.... Funny... Looks like Guinness... Doesn't taste like Guinness though. Wait a minute. Doesn't look like Guinness either!"

Agent Zero swishes a mouthfull around in his mouth before spitting it distastefully back into it's glass.

"It's..... Bud" he snarls.

Onlookers will later swear that the shadows deepened as Agent Zero slowly raised himself from his stool. He slowly turns about the Bar, his nose seeking the smell of roasted, malted barley & hops, until his gaze settles on El Phil. El Phil tries to appear nonchalant, but as AZ moves forward, he panics and drops the Guinness he was hiding behind his back and tries to run.

Only to slip on the spilled Guinness and land squarely on his face. In a flash, Zero leaps across the bar and nails El Phils hands to the floor with Zero's two swords. Agent Zero then yanks down El Phil's pants and administers a spot of colonic irrigation a la Repeating-Custard-Pie Rifle, followed by a rectal de-hairing courtesy of the New Improved (by which I mean enlarged) Red-Hot Poker Cannon, and finishes the job with a blast from his Compressed Tabasco Sauce Gun.

Zero then nicks a fiver from El Phil's wallet and gets himself a replacement pint. Seeing GrowlTigga staring at him in mute shock, Agent Zero shrugs.

"I know, I went too easy on him. But I left my Ravenous Pirhanna Launcher at home."