*wanders in to find taz behind the bar cleaning and cooking a mountian of onions and the now side salad remains of the vegetable god*
Hmm what artillery to we have to stop fyron
we have FBW's that for some reason are in the mood for bondage and hedgeclippers, we have macs brand new colostamy bags from the current mrs gt's entrance and a few steaks made from the cantinas underused pool table.
I think we're doomed, *puts down all his vampire killing stuff and buys fyron a brewski to say sorry for all the trouble the cantina has caused him*