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

[Growltigger]

minipol, is that just before someone dings you in the face with a frying pan, with a humourous "DDDOOOOOONNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGGGGG" noise?

[General Woundwort]

Another small, round, and eminently expendible message bot floats up to Growltigger and flashes a message...

"You know Boss, if you didn't like that statue, all you had to do was say so..."

[Growltigger]

Woundwort, what statue? I thought I had strapped C4 to a holographic projecture?!!! what is this red button by the way? why is it flashing? what happens if I push it? BOOM! oh that does.

Oh well, no worries eh? she'll be right

PS GT pulls out his cricket bat, and swipes the message bot mightily, it flies in a great arc across the cantina, till its hits Rags in the derriere, rips through his fey clothing and buries itself up his bum..

Note to Woundwort, I will let you off a month's rent if you self destruct that bot NOW

[ July 23, 2003, 14:22: Message edited by: Growltigger ]

[Ragnarok]

*After being hit Ragnarok walks out of the Cantina looking like hes just been riding a horse for 42 weeks straight without getting off, and/or he was just searched for drugs of the non-legal sort up his bum by a 300 pound man named Billy Bob.*

*Ragnarok knowing better then to get into a fight with the great 'Tigga simply walks over, and shakes his hand and says (with a slight bit of pain in his voice, "Great hit, sir. Home run I do believe."*

*Ragnarok then retrieves a "donut" seat and proceeds to sit in his usual corner booth.*

[Growltigger]

Rags sits down as an ominous ticking sound proceeds to come from his rectum.

The patrons of the cantina overturn the tables and get behind them, kind of reminiscient of the 101st at Bastogne...

Wailing mournful music starts...the lights darken, and augmented by the ticking sound from Rag's fudge tunnel, GT proceeds to sing sad songs about the breifness of existence, the terseness of life and the end of being as it relates to having timebomb stuffed up your jacksy

[General Woundwort]

[slight buzz is heard - transport beam has activated]

[ Rags - you owe me one ]

[ July 23, 2003, 16:03: Message edited by: General Woundwort ]

[Growltigger]

Woundwort, read the penalty clause for crossing me in your contract and beam that bomb back!

Growltigga carries on singing mournful french piaf-esque dirges about the problems of mortality when 5 kg of TNT is about to go off in your back bottom