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[Raging Deadstar]

Nope Dogscoff, i can't at all

[Cipher7071]

"irony" ... groan ... nothing like forcing a pun.

[Renegade 13]

While running for his life from the mini micro cannibalistic robots, Renegade suddenly has an idea. Stopping his headlong rush, he reaches behind himself, and pulls a tiny gadget from a hidden place (you don't want to ask where ), and pushes the bright blue button on the tip of the device. A few seconds later, and the miniature electromagnetic pulse generator creates a powerful (but low-ranged) EMP which immediately causes Mac's robots to die in their tracks, their electronic components damaged beyond recovery.

However, an unforeseen reaction to the EMP occured....every other electronic device carried by all the other patrons of the Cantina have been disabled.

"Oops." says Renegade, while backing away from the quickly forming angry mob of Cantina patrons.

Pointing at Mac, Renegade shouts out, "It was all HIS fault." and watches with satisfaction as the horrendously angry mob descends upon the now helpless Mac, and....well I'll leave it up to your imagination as to what they did to him.

Pulling his clothing back on, the now satisfied Renegade strolls over to the bar, and watches the.....entertainment.

[ April 25, 2004, 17:53: Message edited by: Renegade 13 ]

[Growltigger]

Cue loud blarting music, crashing of doors to the cantina kitchen, heavenly choirs of seraphim and cherubim, dancing girls, line dancing cowboys and Growltigga, clutching the red hot poker handcannon, backed up by the infintie hordes of Byzantine killer mongoose, clutching axes and wheeling the heavy artillery into position.....

I think the phrase commonly used is something along the lines of "come and have a go if you think your hard enough".

PS Dogscoff, glad someone (and an Englishman to boot) spotted the irony in my Last post. Nice to see educational standards are being maintained there on the south coast.

[dogscoff]

The pump on his absynthe drip now malfunctioning due to Renegade's EMP, dogscoff starts to turn green and hallucinates even more than usual.

Instead of the actual battle-ravaged catina before him, occupied by anthropomorphic animals, aliens, robots, clones, byzantine hordes and bloodthirsty killer mongeese, he sees a freakish psychotropic vision- a quiet, normal, civilised pub peopled by quiet, normal, civilised patrons.

Dogscoff runs screaming from the room...

[ April 26, 2004, 11:16: Message edited by: dogscoff ]

[General Woundwort]

The battle lines appear to be drawn. From the vantage point of the corner booth, with a Czech Quelle on the table and a Nicaraguan Padron in hand, Woundwort kicks back and prepares for the spectacle of Growltigger decimating his overconfident enemies.

[Growltigger]

Growltigga issues side orders to his trusty T-Rex executive officer (anyone remember Barry??), send the 3rd cavalry wing out after Dogscoff with orders to terminate with extreme prejudice, or alternatively, tickle him.

Direct the 3rd light infantry battalion in the 5th legion to prepare fro an assault on Woundwort's position, no Yank is going to drink Czech beer and smoke dodgy cigars when we take the field.

The rest of you, form battle line, get them dancing cowboys out in front as a forlorn hope, and wait for the signal..

Someone calm down those evil ninja mutant shrimp

[General Woundwort]

Hrmph. Attempt to show some support for a guy, and look what happens. Oh well.

[Woundwort punches a few buttons on his wrist computer and vanishes.]

[Power Man]

As the technology dampening field spreads out a small ship appears outside the Bar.

Inside Power Man tries to restore his cloak.
" #$@@##% GT and his damping field. I've been de-Lurked!!" That field of his is like a wet blanket. I can't get Anything UP and Working !"

I was just hoping to Lurk around and watch the action.
I better get ready to fight the Old Fashion Way.

Lets see what have in the cargo bay…

For me a nice set of Blue armor I got from the Knights who say "WEE".
Here is a nice slightly rusty Old Battle Ax from an old In-Law.

I have a large ACME CATapult that should take care of any Kats that get too close.
Oh, here is a spring loaded Special Sauces Pizza shooter for those who like to eat and fight.

As for the rest I think I will make up some two sided signs. One set I will put on the right with conservative party slogans and some on the left with Liberal slogans. On the other side of the signs will be a message to just saying "PARTY ON DUDES".
A ring of barbed wire and No Pest Strips should slow down any critters.
I think I will release my trained SSuper SSpecial SSPiting Cobrasss as a defense for those mongooses (mongeese??)

Oh yes here is some Air Wick for the SMELL.

Now lets see if I can get some Beer and a set of 3D glasses from David….

Let the PUNishment Begin!!

[Raging Deadstar]

*RD Grabs runs over to primitive, tips him, grabs a baguette and lights it on fire.*

"Thanks for reminding me"

*Both sides get ready to face off and RD sets 'the plan' into action.... hopefully he won't have to resort to the drastic measures required. Firstly a roar is heard as the sound more furrocious than a T-Rex bellows throughout the room. It's the sound of A FEMALE T-Rex, Barry is torn it would seem between loyalty and repopulating his race...*

*The sound of schreeching fills the air as the ranks of Growltiggers army began to scuttle in all directions. RD with the help of his allies has directed the full force of Country Music upon the Byzantine Hordes*

*The Not-so-heavy atillery is wheeled into position behind the cantina patrons, made from the remains of the old Cantinas of past. The Knights, Conservatives and Were gerbils all stand in front, Shrubbery, Manifestos and Claws all bared before the enemy.*

"As is my tradition i will fire a warning shot!" RD Shouts outloud.

*In orbit, away from the technology dampening field, the Deadstar battlemoon fires it's laser guided (and thorougly non american made ) Cannon. A huge bLast of paint fires through the cantina skylight and hits the Patron of Cartoon Violence. Moments later Growltigger looks around as everyone looks at him very strangely. He checks his rather debonair appearence in the mirror only to find himself covered in the Welsh National Colours, including the red dragon on his chest and forehead...*

"Doesn't Look very English to me...."

*It has begun*

And Powerman, glad to have you on board. Your PUNishment might just gives us the edge

[ April 26, 2004, 15:20: Message edited by: Raging Deadstar ]