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[Taz-in-Space]

Just as he was about to continue his conversation with Sam, Taz is distracted by Kamog's shouts...

'Well he is a regular customer' Thinks Taz

Taking the Slicer-dicer machine from the kitchen, Taz attaches it to a rocket and shoots it off to the distressed bar patron.

There you go Kamog; and could you get me some 'O' Rings to go with the Tribble Wings?
Thanks!

[Kamog]

Thank you, Taz! I was in quite a predicament!

With a loud thud, the vegetable hits the ground, splitting up into hundreds of O-shaped slices. Standing in the middle is the bruised and beaten-up Kamog, miraculously untouched by the sharp slicer-dicer blades.

Kamog takes the rings, stacks them up neatly, and carries the pile to the kitchen.

[Growltigger]

Hmmm, the tuxedo clad, 12 inch fanged, hugely clawed Growltigga ponders on the re-emergence of the evil O and M words.

I wonder if this will work for other things.

Standing in the middle of the floor, Growltigga looks hopefully up at the ceiling and shouts "cheerleaders".

Nothing happens.

He then shouts, "dancing girls". Nothing happens.

He then shouts, "pole dancers".

The cantina shakes as a dozen moustachioed pantaloon clad blokes fall out of the ceiling, proceed to start up some daft looking polka, and proceed to chase the cantina patrons round the floor.

Taz, Sam, do something for cripes sake.

[primitive]

Hey, This is fun.

Let's try another word:

Morris Dancers

The primitive one returns to his silent corner, enjoying the look of panic on the ferocious felines face when a large troup of Morris Dancers drops from the ceiling.

[Growltigger]

AARRGGGHHHHHH, Growltigga reaches behind the bar, and grabs out his trusty saw toothed scimitar, and lays into the bearded folksy prancing mincing handerchief be-decked sad old tosspots with a will.

Pig's bladders, handerchiefs, intestines, blood and severed heads and silly straw bonnets are sprayed all over the cantina as the great kat does unto those bloody morris dancers what the sodomites did to each other, but this time with a 4 foot long saw toothed evil looking scimitar...

AHH ARRHH AHH AHHH AHH finally, the Last morris dancer is disembowelled, decapitated and shredded, the cat stands in the middle of a gory pile of innards and is sprayed in blood.

Next?

[primitive]

Tracing the rune of protection with his index finger on his Rusty (yet pointy) Spear™, Primitive goes again:

Invuln…., Invoulne…, Invulnra…., Eh: Really hard to kill Morris Dancers.

[Growltigger]

More of the wretched beardy weirdy failed social worker/mathmaticians fall from the ceiling.

Tigga lays into them again with his sword, the end result is the same, it just takes longer.

THe pile of gore gets bigger, but now it is topped off by a knackered accordian wheezing out the Last notes of "Mrs Widgery's Lodger".

Hmmm thinks the kat, time to hunt Norwegians and see if I can stick that rusty (yet pointy) spear where the sun dont shine

[Atrocities]

Originally posted by Gryphin:
Works for me

Despite the quality did it look ok, sound ok? (?)

What did you think?

[Gryphin]

Atrocites,
I have a cable connection. It ran fine. I could hear the sound clearly.

[Cipher7071]

Thar..."Maybe that'll learn ya to keep your big mouth shut," says Sam to the room, doing a quick cartoon-change out of the pirate costume, and donning his ten-gallon hat.

Forget about what I said a while ago, thar Taz.
Can't say I blame yuh fer not recognizin' me in that pirate getup. "Say, I like you, you're a good joe."

He swallows down about half the huge mug of ale in a single gulp, then rather loudly breaks wind in another, smaller, brown cloud.

Yuh know, "pickins is mighty slim 'round here, hardly any reward for a day's work. Why, it's getting so a man can't earn a dishonest livin' no more."

[ January 09, 2004, 14:54: Message edited by: Cipher7071 ]