*Raging Deadstar slowly gets up and wipes the pie off his clothes slowly. Ragnarok has the biggest grin on his face and slowly turns round and his smile falls as he sees his adversary. Raging Deadstar continues to talk in fake japanese ninja accent*
"You have insulted my 'honour'.....now you must pay...yes....hoo hah"
*He then proceeds to pull out his baguette and cracks ragnarok right between the legs. as ragnarok limps around with tears in his eyes RD grabs a blender, picks up a custard pie, some O-word and some llama dung and creates a very pale looking smoothy, grabs the hosepipe kept behind the bar and attacks the limping ragnarok with a classic culinary cocktail of chaos (alliteration or what!
). Ragnarok is swept away by the delluge. Raging Deadstar laughs, turns round and gets a custard pie by timstone right in the face, SPLAT!*
*Upon this travesty Raging Deadstar threatens to send his latex clad polish girlfriend to the time of the black death, Timstone being a demon and all sells RD his soul to save his night of romantic passion, RD Accepts and takes it to his ship, puts it ina jam jar and places it next to his collection of nuclear pocket lit, a 200 year old jar of mayonaise now home to a sentient species and his jar of assorted shrunken demons and calls it a day*