Ye Olde Phong's Head Cantina and Bierkeller - The rebirth

[General Woundwort]

Well, I guess that settles that. I'd better be getting back to the site before that foreman droid starts getting delusions of grandeur.

[socco voce]...and I need to double-reinforce the defenses around the manager's office...

[departs cantina]

[Growltigger]

OK, I dont recall that the Cantina has ever had theme nights.

We are starting one right now. Tonight's party is themed on Ancient Greece.

I naturally, am dressed as Alexander the Great. The FBW's are all in skimpy togas, even Taz has a laurel leaf on.

Anyone else joining us? bring your own plates!

taramasalata for everyone

[geoschmo]

Geoschmo opens the Cantina door and strides confidently in. He is decked head to toe in approriatly themed costume. Thick rimmed black glasses with white tape on the nose piece. A short sleeved white dress shirt, no tie of course, with the top two buttons undone to show his white cotton tee-shirt. In the breast pocket is his trusty pLastic protector bulging with all manner of writing implements, and what appears to be a six inch ruler. His wrinkled shirt is tucked into his polyester pants held up by a think leather belt which also is carrying several beepers. The pants are about 3 inches too short, enough to show his white tube socks and black patent leather dress shoes. Fortunatly Geo didn't have to spend any on his costume as this is how he always dresses.

"So, when does the Geek party start?"

[Growltigger]

Clutching his fury hoplite helmet and horse hair crest encased head in his hands, Growltigga sobs into his gauntlets.

There is always one, and this one looks in dire need of a good time.

Growltigga claps his hands, "Cameron? Lucy? Drew? aah good, I see you have your shortist togas on.. please take this nerd, I mean Geo, to the pool room. Please ensure you take gallon vats of humous, taramasalata and tzatziki, lots of chicken feathers and a small tub of swarfega and use it wisely. Bring him back for a kicking after you have, ahem, given him a good time...

and dont lose his ruler, I have plans for that (says Growltigga hurriedly looking up various terms in a medical anatomical dictionary).



[ July 14, 2003, 16:29: Message edited by: Growltigger ]

[dogscoff]

dogscoff arrives in a toga. He has seaweed in his hair and beard, and clutches a big old trident. Taking a short break from his usual obsesseion of Greek mythology, (and fulfilling the old "lord of the sea" role for old times' sake) he has come as Poseidon, God of the oceans.

Anyone looking out te window will notice a 800ft long Kraaken by the name of Donogh parked at the rear.

'scoff has also brought his own entertainment in the form of 12 sirens, the beautiful sea-maidens who would lure sailors to a watery death with their irresistable singing voices (he also has a pair of ear-plugs). The sirens immediately start working their magic, and many cantina regulars begin trying to drown themselves in nearby bodies of liquid (drip trays, pints of beer, toilets etc.)

[Growltigger]

Growltigga, listening to the sounds of giggling and occasionally snorting from the pool room upstairs, tries to work out why Dogscoff has a thing about genetically enhanced super-squid with Celtic names.

Sheesh, couldn't he have named it "Stavros" in honour of the Greek theme. and hey, I guess calamari is on the menu tonight, anyone got anyone lemons, cornflour and an 800 foot wide frying pan?

OK, we have yodelling lovelies, kamikaze regulars sticking their heads in the fishtanks, we need some satyrs, centaurs, horses, vestal virgins, funny little bald fat men in togas making philosophical statements, plate throwing, dodgy resinated wine, chariot races, nude nymphs disporting themselves everywhere, really dodgy food, funny dancing and mad bazouki players...

OK, got all that...

Let's find out what was so mysterious about those Elysian mysteries!

[geoschmo]

Attention cantina guests, attention. To the owner of the giant wooden horse, license number ILUVHLN, you left your lights on.