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

[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

[General Woundwort]

[star-trek like commo squeal]

I could beam the bot back, Boss, but it's not like they come with 5 kg of TNT as standard equipment, you know...

[Ragnarok]

Edited for possible not beaming of bot back.

[ July 23, 2003, 16:18: Message edited by: Ragnarok ]

[Growltigger]

Woundwort, I inserted 5kg of TNT into the bot via my cunning "TNT-insertor-disguised-as-a-cricket-bat" device. Beam it back before I call my lawyers, and they call their enforcers