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[Raging Deadstar]

"Hey GT, You're from manchester if i recall correctly, the only place in the country you could pick up a girl in a kebab house (LOW Standards) and you have the nerve to think you're Northerners "

*RD proceeds to continue to smash mongooses with Bar stools (hey, they're high quality considering they've survived that long). RD smiles as his PBC Character gets slaughtered and throws down his flaming baguette, before pulling out his trusty broadsword with serated edges As he whistles two rather terrible things begin to happen*

*Firstly a hoard of stereotypical Cumbrian Farmers charge growltigger with pitchforks and combine harvesters (These Guys scare me )*

*Secondly a rather well dressed alien walks from the rest room. It's Cat from red dwarf, perhaps the only more stylish and cool cat than Growltigger's self proclaimed position. He struts over and looks at the GT, shakes his head, and proceeds to mock him about all things GT Holds dear. One particularly harsh insult is the "You're about as stylish as a Brazillian Football Player!!"*

*Meanwhile RD Awaits, his evil plan is coming to fruition...*

[ April 27, 2004, 12:57: Message edited by: Raging Deadstar ]

[Cipher7071]

Cipher shimmers back into the scene. Hmmmm... looks like the coast is clear. Let's see now... A little catsup... aah, some horseradish...

And after washing a rather dirty eggwhisk that happened to be laying around, whips up a quick batch of cocktail sauce. Indeed, enough of the shrimp have been gathered and boiled to produce enough complimentary shrimp cocktail for what remain of the patrons.

I think we've all had entirely enough of that coffee, Taz. Too much caffeine and suddenly we're all insulting each other's haberdashers. Would it be improper to serve ale with these shrimp?

[ April 28, 2004, 03:03: Message edited by: Cipher7071 ]

[Growltigger]

Do the troubles and tribulations of a cantina owner (not sure I still own it) and despotic violent feline tyrant never end?

Renegade, you see this armoured plated fiery eggwhisk of doom that I am revving up? you see the door? you have two seconds to get through it before I "whisk" you up and as I am touching cloth, drop a log down your neck (after the head has been removed).

Power Man, you need psychriatric help. No one can cook a mongoose, they just dont taste good and the armour and scimitars tend to put people off.

Do I own the cantina? if not, who does?

I need a lie down, a stiff drink and possibly a good back massage (if I can find an FBW).

Cipher, have a beer with those shrimp. They were borrowed from Dogscoff and weren't much cop anyhow. They were defeated by a were-gerbil with a jar of marie-rose sauce

[Power Man]

The air shimmers above the cantina and once again Power Man's face appears.

GT you say I need psychriatric help You are the one that needs to see a shrink and FAST.
I try to improve this forum with references to Chaucer and Louis Carroll and some, I think, rather nice pun's and all you do is fill the place with gore and "drop a log" down people's chopped off heads !!

As far as the Mongooses go I did say the cobras were special with SSuper CATalytic Venom. This caused the armor itself to burst into flame to cook the mongooses. I have not tried eating them so I don't know how they taste. But I see that Berry has been eating a lot of them. He cracks the armor like a shrimp and puts a lot of CATsup on them. He uses the scimitars as a tooth pick to get the Last bits out of the armor and from between his teeth.

Yes you do need to lie down, but with a physiatrist. Maybe he can shrink your FAT HEAD.

With that Last CATcall I disappear. Once again TA TA….

[ April 28, 2004, 16:11: Message edited by: Power Man ]

[Raging Deadstar]

I have no idea who owns the cantina... Apparently I do according to rags.

So i'll give you all the shares i own to this cantina for a once only price.

You blow this place up and Make Sure Rags is here when it does

[Growltigger]

Raging Deadstar, sounds like a good option but you know Rags is like haemmorroids. However much you try to get rid of them, they just keep on itching and coming back.

Power Man, not sure I like the fat head remark, but that coming from a resident of Seattle who claims to know Chaucer and Carroll, I will take with a pinch of salt.

Tried psychiatry - it doesn't work and I think I gave the therapist more problems than he could cure on me!

If I were sane, do you think I would be posting on this thread.

As to the gore, I think it was you lot wanting a war, and of course I was only happy to deliver

[Renegade 13]

Watching the pathetic sight of Growltigger brandishing an eggbeater like it was a sword, Renegade can't help himself. Falling to his knees, he bursts out in hysterical laughter, and watches as Growltigger comes at him with the beaters.

"Ahhhhhh.......Ooooooo.......STOP THAT!! That tickles!!"

As the eggbeater's vibrate against his exposed skin, Renegade laughs and laughs, exhausting himself, and frustrating the furry feline to no end.

[mac5732]

mac wakes up in the cantina infirmry surrounded by Liz Hurly clones who are just fawning all over him , ooohhhing and aahhhing... man whoever knocked me out, I must say I thank you much.. as he lays back he is given a rub down by the LH clones, aahh,, this is the life he mutters, He looks for his computer to send a msg to GT, but he can't seem to find it... hmmmm, must still be at my table.....oh well,.... he reclines back and enjoys the ministrations be showered on him......

just some ideas Mac

[Cipher7071]

I envy mac his Liz Hurly clones, but then, their ministrations would likely go to waste on this nickel plated hide. I wonder if those clones might happen to have a buffer and some auto wax handy.

[mac5732]

The wizen old one walks into the cantina and notices how quiet it is in the place. he sees the dust on the tables and dance floor, mostly empty, it sure is depressing he mumbles, where is everyone? Gt, The Gryphin, and all the rest... oh well, he strolls over to his table, sits down, and thinks, man was I in the hospital that long?? He calls over a FBW and orders his usual, scrambled eggs, bacon, rye toast, hash browns and a brewski, as he waits he opens up his newest research thesis and starts to look it over....

just some ideas Mac