*The cantina is still and normal, if it can ever be called normal, most the patrons are surrounded by the table belonging to F Te antKe. Ragnarok is sitting at his table, enjoying a brewski and waiting for his chase to begin. Over in the far corner, where the wall is hidden in shadow, hung Raging Deadstar, who is brooding evily and after revenge. He beckons Gt over and hands him a bottle of massage oil for his kylie clone*
*brood* Let me handle ragnarok *brood**brood*
*Growltigga nods and heads off for the upstairs bedrooms. Raging Deadstar climbs down from the rafters and wanders into the Kitchen.*
*rumble* *rag's drink begins to shake* *rumble*
*Raging Deadstar smashes through the door, dressed in his finest trenchcoat and holds his falming bagguette mounted upon an armoured plated barry. Behind him stand the Molerat armies of the Deadstar Continuum. Behind them are more molerats holding back genetically anne widdecomb/pot bellied pigs who havn't been fed for weeks. Behind that are a horde of old grandmas whom have been told ragnarok is their bingo announcer*
Halllloooooo
*Ragnarok runs for it as the Molerats open fire with their elvish bows and arrows, ragnarok is pepper sprayed by flaming arrows from above. Chasing after him the molerat armies hunt him down and then unleash the anne widdecomb pot bellied pigs who quickly catch up with ragnarok. He is tripped over and the pigs jump on top of him, nipping and biting him in the most sensitive areas (and the non comfortable sensation of having a snout stuck up your behind and sniffing) The armies of old women are then unleashed and raganarok emerges from the pigs, barely clothed when he notices the oncoming onslaught of old age pensioners. They stop and look at him, for he is modestly covering up his crown jewels and gasp loudly before beating raganrok with zimmerframes and handbags before one of them sits on top of him and, thankfully for the rest of the cantina this sight is obscured by the old womens cardigan, shows ragnarok her sagging cleverage. Ragnarok screams and runs towards barry hoping for mercy. He is promptly covered in liquid nitro and raging Deadstar swings his flaming baguette*
KABOOM!
*Ragnarok is blown through the cantina roof and lands outside, naked, burnt and confused for a bunch of japanese tourist to stop and takes photos of him, which are probably on their way to the police and e-bay very soon!*
*Raging Deadstar climbs off barry, buys himself an orange juice and watches as the stripping pensioner chasing rags towards his dreadnought, ragnarok can be seen climbing onto his ship, one hand gripping the door, the other covering his modesty and being pulled by the ankle back towards a night of *ahem* passion ragnarok will never forget!*
Tou'che!
*Note to primitive, if you would like to fend the old women off you can serve his happysacks as bait for a polar bear, but i think the old women is a much worse punishment!*
[ February 05, 2003, 19:46: Message edited by: Raging Deadstar ]