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[NullAshton]

Ashton takes a magnifying glass, and an artificial sun. The tanks around him are quickly melted into a little puddle of plastic. He leaves the tanks around the cows alone, that'll teach them to mess with his dog.

[Renegade 13]

You actually think 2 inch replica's can take on a 6 inch cow? No way.

The remaining 6" cows walk all over (literally!) the 2" replica's, not without casualties, but easily routs the 2" replica army. After slaughtering the puny army, the 6" cows feel their time has been served, and retreat to Renegade's table in the corner to wait until he can find a way to get them to greener pastures. Attacking the cows there would not be recommended.

[El_Phil]

An army of enraged butchers from the Sofa King Tasty Burger Bar burst in through the swing doors. They grab the cows and drag them away. A vauge, yet miniturarised mooing is briefly heard then the butchers return bearing plates of 1/2pdr beef burgers in buns.

"I love the smell of fresh bar snacks in the morning."

[Strategia_In_Ultima]

"I love the smell of molten plastic in the morning. Smells like..... victory."

With these words Strategia enters the Cantina, followed by three full-sized Konigstiger battle tanks - steel ones, mind you.

[El_Phil]

Whilst they are steel, they are also steel. As in solid steel.

"Nice statues Strat. I Particularly like the small wheels you put on the bottom to tow them around."

[Renegade 13]

You bastard! You killed my cows!

Oh well, hamburgers are good too!

[Strategia_In_Ultima]

Suddenly three thousand mutated Edam cheeses jump out of the Trojan tanks, brandishing B*******r spray cannons and using old CDs as shields.

Needless to day Phil had to be carried away to a mental hospital after having been subjected to a severe hosing-down with the Unnamable Brewski.....

[NullAshton]

Ashton's food-processing robots next to him go crazy from the food on the floor. They swarm the nearest cheese. Once their processing blades start to get clogged, they call for reinforcments, and cardboard drop pods break in from the roof, deploying thousands of processing robots, ready to wreak some havok on cheese. Ashton takes out a camera.

Say cheese, this is going on the front door.

[El_Phil]

The ambulance carrying Phil shakes violently, as if there is some immense struggle going on. The shaking stops and the craft turns round heading back for the Cantina.

A shiver goes down Strategias spine as someone walks over his grave. He then starts gibbering as his grave is then nuked from orbit. He has underestimated Phil many times before, perhaps he has done it again?

[Raging Deadstar]

Raging Deadstar pops up behind the bar and grabs himself some drink and food.

Just Celebrating my 19th Birthday and my Promotion to Brigadier General

RD starts taking potshots at the legions of little machines of war that many of the patrons have released.