The Won-Ton Violence Take-Out Hut

[Jack Simth]

A commotion is heard amongst the demons outside. The patrons look out the window, and see a rather pale man walking towards the bar. There's a 15-ft radius around him completely free of demons. The reason soon becomes clear as he continues to apporach the bar - any demon that enters that radius immediately dies; some drop, some blow away in a puff of smoke, some simply fade out, but none remain. When he gets to the door, he doesn't bother opening it - he simply continues to walk right on through, and passes through the door without damaging it. Once inside, people notice something else - he's slightly transparent. He then blinks, takes on a more solid appearence, and orders a white dwarf at the bar. He doesn't quite get why so many people start to crowd him.....

[AgentZero]

Agent Zero looks over and the recent arrival and grins rather lopsidedly (as one would expect from someone who's ingested two Galactic Cores in the last few hours). A large crowd has gathered around Jack Smith, ostensibly due to the fact that demons do not seem fond of his aura. However, no one seems to have noticed the Archangel Gabriel standing by Jack's shoulder. Zero chuckles quietly.

"Silly rabbit, Tricks are for kids- I mean, Fools! I've got both sides doing as I say!"

WHAM!

Bodies go flying everywhere, and Jack Smith sails clear across the Won Ton, ricochets off the Sallega tank and smacks into the Praetorian grill with a sickening crunch. Strategia races to Jack's side and begins waving smelling salts in front of his nose.
Meanwhile, Agent Zero leaps to his feat and glares angrily at Gabriel, who stares abashedly at his angelic feet.

"DO! WHAT! I! SAY! DID I SAY DO THAT! WHAT I SAY! WHAT- Hold on, I gotta wizz."

Hours pass....

"-I! SAY! Now go to your room and think about what you did!"

Gabriel obediantly rises towards the heavens. Zero stumbles over to Jack, holds up three fingers and asks Jack how many he sees.
"Eight," comes the immediate reply.
Zero studies his hand for a few moment. "Correct. Now. I'm gonna have another wizz, then I'm going back to the Bar & Grill for a while. Too loud in here. And turn down those lights!"

As he departs, a cold shiver runs through the Won Ton patrons, for they are all thinking the same thing. Soon... In a matter of hours, the man who controls the powers of both celestial light and darkness... Is going to have a hangover.

[RudyHuxtable]

I, Rudy Huxtable, proprietor and owner of the The Intergalactic Won-Ton Violence Take-Out Hut, am proud to announce the addition of a Pool Room (including 400 tables of both Terran pool and 4D Xiati pool).

We will also four different atmosphere rooms in the coming weeks. Our resident Hydrogen breathers can... "breathe easy!"... GET IT?!... knowing they'll have a room of their own in the Hut. Methane lovers will be able to sit in their own stinky chamber and chat about the scores of the 708th Cross Galaxy Rugby tournament!

I'd also like you to meet our ever sexy and incredibly talented wait staff:

Mindy (hot, Terran)
Cindy (hot, Terran)
Darlene (hot, Terran)
Marlene (hot, Terran)
GRGLECK (hot for a Xi-Chung)
Brick (a stunning Phong, doesn't approve of some of the Phong dishes, however)

and Hank, the bartender (not hot, Terran)


Also, investors welcome to help outfit the arcade room!

Sincerely,

Rudy Huxtable
Proprietor

The Won-Ton Violence Take-Out Hut

[Kamog]

I like this place! Good food and nice waitresses!

[Thermodyne]

With a sly smile, Thermodyne views the carnage before him. He had a feeling that there would be class one salvageables to be had in this place. He removes a small device from his day bag and places it on the table. Then for just an instant, the air seems to sparkle. Soon, the recently departed begin to stir and claw their way back into the world of the living. Thermodyne grins openly and orders the new Thermolians to wait outside. Quite happy with the results, Thermodyne retrieves the small device and sets it to recharge. He is of the opinion that it will again be of use this night.

[Strategia_In_Ultima]

The COMCA USS Strategia (also known as Sol III) hails the PDCL.

"Captain Tagon. You are in an orbital precision-bombardment target zone. Our precision weapons are fully automatic. Once the firing sequence is in motion, it cannot be stopped without taking half the weapon apart. You are blocking our view of the FCB&G forces, and will also be hit when our weapons fire."

"TEN."
"NINE."

[Strategia_In_Ultima]

Me2 I'm here every day without exception. I always spend several hours a day on the forums.

[Strategia_In_Ultima]

Praetorian Burritos (look like piles of bull crap from a bull with severe indigestion, smells even worse, but tastes wonderfully - a guaranteed bathroom hit!)

Praetorian Fries (Nothing beats a fries Praetorian... the only reason they're not utterly destroyed because of their ugliness)

Xiati Bread (just watch out for two things - the Mushuns Sporacy that you might find on the bread, and anything the Xiati have put into it, they're known to make excellent poisons)

[Strategia_In_Ultima]

Sergetti Soup with Meatballs (the sewage dumped by Sergetti ships with fried EEE floating in it)

Jraenar Stuffed with Deep-Fried EEE (the reason they're deep fried is because they're fired from APB weapons, then picked up by a fighter )

Excerpt from the promo flyer:

"Won-Ton Violence Take-Out Hut... an Evil Genocidal Ruler's Favorite!"

[Strategia_In_Ultima]

Dessert:

Siberian Ice-Creams (frozen Terrans)

Btw, I thought this joint was terrans-only... since all other races get served up fresh here... so why so you want terrans on the menu? I mean, they're pretty much tasteless... like a side of Praetorian chicken steak