GT, I don't mind the 'Marmite'! I kinda like that salty flavor. *mlmbd protests* It is all that puke you insist on using.
*mlmbd boasts* puke, here are 24 bags of 'Cheatos' I got out of the vending machine. So, now all is right with your 'Grey matter'. *mlmbd adds* That is every bag from the machine as well.
gryphin, 'Marmite' is mostly a UK thing. So, unless you live there, have friends in the UK or have spent some time there you probably would know about it! I will let one of our learned 'Brits' enlighten you as to what it is.
*mlmbd yells at the mongooses 'Alpha male' Hey 'Ceasar', I didn't know you and your 'clan' were working for GT. So how is everything with your 'clan'? *mlmbd quearies* And how is..is...*mlmbd tries to remember 'Ceasar's' buddy's name* ah....ah, Brutus? That was one hell of a party! Wasn't it? *mlmbd reminisses* This 'clan' of killer mongooses, is indeed a fierce clan. They come from the 'Joxsrnear' System! fierce as they come. Also some of the biggest partiers and pratical jokers around, anywhere.
as mlmbd waits for an answer from his old pal 'Ceasar' he scans the cantina. As he does, he hears; "tick......tick......tick."! Criky there is a bomb in here. He moves towards the very muffled ticking. All the FBW's dancing covered in 'Marmite', with all the patrons loudly celebrating and bottles breaking. Makes it very difficult to track. Thank God I was trained for explosive disarment/disposal *mlmbd thinks to himself* tracking ever closer to the ticking source.......*mlmbd walks right past RD, who says something to him that he now only hears as background noise.* Past Taz, GT and Gryphin. Into the storeroom he goes. The ticking is much louder and with all the adreniline he is now quite sober. *mlmbd moves to some stacked flour sacks* he removes he custom made 'Yuack' gloves. |sweat has begin to trickel down mlmbd's forehead| *mlmbd uses on of the gloves to wipe his forhead* mlmbd now runs hand along the sides of the large sacks of flour. About two-thirds the way around he feels a wire. He feels a lumb in his throat. And thinks to himself "wow, wish I had a bit of Ale right now! He moves around the sacks. Kneels down, an there it is a nice piece of work *mlmbd admits to himself* It has been awhile. mlmbd searches his jacket pockets. There they are, as he feels his 'side cutters and 'nippers'. Pulling them out of his pocket, placing them on a near by shelf. He proceed to check for any trace of a bobie trap on the device. No pressure plates, no wiring to the the flour sacks and No lasers present. mlmbd being satisfied that there are no bobie traps, gingerly removes the top sack of flour. Throwing the sack aside he see the entire device now. *just then a drop of sweat runs into his eye* wiping his forehead againg. mlmbd kneels down once more. Four screws hold the top in place. Fumbling through his pockets, searching for something. Not findind what he was looking for. Withdraws his hand. *mlmbd thinking thats is very odd* Then remembers that the items he was searcing for he had placed on the shelf. Geesh, mlmbd things to himself. He removes a 'Mc Gyver' patended pocket knife from his pants pocket. Open the knife to the desired selection of 'flat head' screw drivers. He proceeds to remove the screws holding the lid on. Now, let see this baby's inards. mlmbd removes the lid to the device. Revieling it's intrenal parts. His eye search the device. Very nice and very professional work. *mlmbd remarks to himself out loud!* Yes, there is what I needed to see. Grabing the 'nippers' from the shelf. Holds a yellow wire in between his fingers. Snip! The device stops ticking. mlmbd quickly remove the explosives and disconnects the power sourse. mlmbd breaths a 'Great' sigh of relief. Picks up all the components and re-enters the fornt of the house! Walking over to GT. mlmbd places 'all' but the explosive into his hands. Informing him that is was a bomb, and that it was in the storeroom. mlmbd walks to the bar and ask 'Taz' for a bottle of Guinness Stout, Thanks!
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