The Won-Ton Violence Take-Out Hut

[narf poit chez BOOM]

OOC: If a fight breaks out, a certain mouse will be here as fast as the NSN Murpy's Law will putter.

BTW, are there any nearby stellar objects I should be aware of when I park my planetoid?

[RudyHuxtable]

We have beautiful, exotic, real live breathing women (yes, "they" are unimaginably immense), and for the rowdier, computer enthralled crowd there are femme-bots.

Maybe tomorrow morning I'll give you a written description of the Won-Ton Violence Take-Out Hut.

I'll give you a tid-bit:

Wrap-around bar with a fish-tank full of tropical, sub-tropical, and alien salt water fish. Complete with miniature treasure chest and gravel. Of course, the entire design is supported by grav fields so it floats.

[Jack Simth]

Star Death Drinks:
White Dwarf: Non-Alcholic, perfectly harmless; served cold. Otherwise known as water.
Nova: A bright, spiced yellow drink, small but powerful. Served hot.
Super Nova: A much bigger, bright, yellow drink, very alcholic. Served boiling.
Neutron Star: It's possible to remember starting and finishing this drink on the same day... but only just. Served cold. Attracts iron filings.
Black Hole: A black drink so named because the sheer amount of alchol ensures that nobody remembers finishing one if they take anything less than a day at it. Thermometers dissolve before a proper serving temperature can be taken.
Galactic Core: A very oversized Black Hole.

[Strategia_In_Ultima]

I'm freely donating two dozen and one (25) heads of Phongs to serve as table legs.

Do you know you could fashion an entire set of kitchen implements from the corpse of just a single Krill?

(btw, what are FBWs?)

New drink:

the Spatial Rift
Drink it and when it kicks in you'll think the explosion just knocked you into another dimension.... NEVER drink more than one per year or you'll die of severe indigiestion.

[Alneyan]

Rushes in the Violence Take-Out Hut, panting from the run he just made Beware! Something truly horrible is bound to happen! Something so bad I cannot even think of it, lest I should be overcome by an inescapable feeling of dread and despair! Few mortals can keep their sanity after the very mention of the Doom this place is to witness. Beware!

The message delivered, Alneyan goes back to the shady corner of the hut, orders the One True Drink, and waits for *their* arrival. A most exquisite spectacle it shall be. No doubt of it!

Let's see if my "Knowledge of the Denizens of the Cantina" serves me well. FBW is likely to mean something like "Beautiful Women", as it is a hallmark of their bartenders, along with "being willing at all times". Odd place this Cantina is. Truly odd. Alternatively, it could just mean "Fantastic Bar Waitress", or something of the like. But their characteristics remain the same regardless of what FBW actually means.

[Alneyan]

After much effort, the following information was obtained. Make good use of it! (Please consult the file attached to this data file to access our intelligence report)

The answer to the question is indeed yes, I do have too much time on my hands this evening.

[Kamog]

Wow, I like the excellent selection of dishes here at this establishment. Some rare and exquisite delicacies from across the galaxy... hey, you even have Cryslonite Twinkies, my favorite! But each time I bite those things, I end up getting an expensive dental bill!

StrategiaInUltima said:
(btw, what are FBWs?)

FBW's are Fluffy Bunny Waitresses. They are young, beautiful, friendly, and usually in skimpy uniforms.

[Strategia_In_Ultima]

EEE McNuggets

Crispy Xi'Chung (a normal specimen shot and served on a plate - the exoskeleton is what makes it crispy)

Jraenar Steaks (you don't want to know the amount of steak you can obtain from a single Jraenar)

Cheese (just watch out not to bite the Narf if you find it attached to your piece of cheese in a consuming manner)

[Combat Wombat]

These are the type of threads that keep me coming her everyday

[Strategia_In_Ultima]

AZ: "Of all the freaking threats in the Universe... why oh WHY DID HE HAVE TO BRING MOO3 INTO THIS?!?!?" Shadows enter the place even quicker than before. This time, they're all adorned with MOO3 memorabilia - user's manuals in hands, claws, tentacles, whatnots, copies sticking out of backpacks, vest pockets, sacks to for invertebrates to carry slung around anything, and - worst of all - T-Shirts with MOO3 print... in full color. The same demon eyes Strategia hungrily. He pulls out a weapon and annihilates the demon in a flash of cauterized proto-photons. An even larger one takes its place. He ponders his mistake.

AZ does not seem to notice all of this, still staring wide-eyed at the manual in the fish's mouth. Meanwhile, all the other patrons stare terrified - mortified - at the very embodiment of Hell on Sol III.

The bartender (still need to find someone for that, though - we can't keep referring to him/her/it as "the bartender".) quickly offers one of the more vicious-looking demons a Galactic Core, and this seems to pacify them.

"A new super-weapon," mutters a lesser demon in awe as it steps/sloshes out of the take-out on its three feet and sixty-odd tentacles.

Strategia really begins to worry, as he's been referring to himself in the third person too often lately. He thinks he should make an appointment with the psychiatrist soon. Perhaps one of the new [%PsychicRaceName] psycho-neuro-pathologic-paranoid schizophrenics that have recently been spotted in the streets of the psycho district.