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

[minipol]

* AAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH minipol tries to shake off the bees but after a few beers running straight isn't easy * AAAA * OUCH * AAAARGGHH *

[dogscoff]

Mead? Did someone say mead?

A shabby lump in the corner (that everyone had assumed was a pile of old barmats) stirs to life. It's dogscoff- he allows his mug to be filled.

"Can't have mead without boar."

*dogscoff drags a squealing boar from under the table and slaughters it. Then he stuffs an apple in its mouth and places it on a skewer above a freshly-ignited pile of furniture.

[Growltigger]

Hmmmm, this is not good. I go away for three weeks, come back from holiday, and find that the only amusing things to happen in the cantina is an assault of killer bee's, and the laughable thought that Rollo could get anywhere near Famke Jansen..

GT takes a large club, walks over to Rollo, takes off his little viking helmet and proceeds to repeatedly whack the hirsute German over the noggin shouting "Famke is mine, she is mine, get your nasty Teutonic hands off her, she is mine"

[dogscoff]

*dogscoff is torn. Should he come to Rollo's aid in a gesture of norse solidarity, or assist his old friend/business partner/employer/arch-nemesis Growltigga?

He decides to compromise, and beats the both of them across the skull with a steaming, half-eaten leg of roast boar.

[ September 22, 2003, 11:45: Message edited by: dogscoff ]

[Growltigger]

Growltigga, slightly concussed and confused by repeated porcine assaults on his head by Dogscoff, drops his club and reaches for his red hot poker hand cannon, now cunningly modified to assist in the food fight by projecting high powered bLasts of appropriate condimnents for the said pork dish...

"OK Dogscoff, you want traditional, you have got traditional" a jet of apple sauce is shot into Dogscoff's face...

"You want Greek, you have got Greek", a second bLast of tzatziki hits the smelly Scoffo in the jaw,

"You want fusion, you have got fusion", a torrent of lemon grass scented black bean and ginger dressing blitzs the sticky Scoffo to the floor...

"Oh, and just for our teutonic chum, you want German, you get German" - Rollo is hit in the chin by a 5 kilo lump of semi digested sauerkraut and is catapulted through the wall of the cantina...

"Now, Brussel sprouts go nicely with pork" says the great kt as he attaches a 400 sprout hopper to the bottom of the cannon

[Rollo]

As Rollo is crashing through the walls of the cantina and hurled outside, only three words can be heard:
"Ahl be bakk!"

[ September 22, 2003, 13:39: Message edited by: Rollo ]

[Growltigger]

Hee hee, you may well be Rollo but I have just loaded my super new food fighting projectile hand cannon with a magazine of armour piercing high velocity heat seeking bratwursts!!

You may be back, but you will be going through that wall again shortly thereafter