Ye New Galactic Bar & Grill & Phong's Head Cantina - After Hours

[Growltigga]

blowing smoke off the muzzle of the "red hot poker hand cannon", Growltigga turns round to walk back into the cantina...

"Hmmmm", thinks the great Kat, "time to check how that furry varmint Taz is doing on credit collection, if anyone's tab is over 500 minerals, not even his ability to savage and mutilate small animals and to turn into a dwarf whirlwind are going to stop a 'red hot poker up the jacksy' incident"

The music from "Fistful of Dollars" drifts across the cantina

[Raging Deadstar]

*Jumps up from seat clutching backside*
OUCH, That hurts just thinking about it, thats definatly a breach on cartoon violence restrictions (is there such a thing )

Gryphins face about now

*The music changes to jaws, taz looks around scared, shaking his head from side to side, trying to find Grolwtigga. Scene cuts to random images of GT's tail appearing up from behind objects and following taz, music gets louder when taz turns around, to be dwarfed by Grolwtigga who looms over him*

This should be verrry interesting, spin taz, spin for your life

[Growltigga]

Gryphin, lurking high above the cantina and unaware that he is now "bugged", fails to notice the patriot anti-Gryphin sneeky sneaker seeker missile streaking down from high orbit.. with a cartoon-esque kablooie, Gryhin is shrouded in actinic fire and falls to the ground..

Growltigga, clad in floppy hat and plus fours, walks over and places a golf ball on Gryph's nose, cursing his inability to tee off without taking almighty divots from the earth, Growltigga grips his trusty mashie niblick and lets swing..... on the ninth attempt, he manages to actually hit the ball (rather than Gryphin's head) and yells "Fore" in the traditional way

[Gryphin]

:: As another holographic image bytes the dust, The real Grypnin beams in from no where right in front of GrowlTigga, Turns off the Cartoon Violence Switch and back hands the pretty kitty with a trout, Wait, a trout? where did that come from, Thinking fast Grypin slaps the pretty kitty arcrose the other side of his face, As the kitty opens his mouth in rage, Gryphin shoves the trout into the gaping maw, Then shoves further and further till he is in the kittys mouth, Oh my god, it is Elvis Presily, and Jimmy Hoffa!, Oh no, it is Lizz Hurly and she is saying something about a "Big berda bing berda bang" and lighting a big round black object that looks like a cartoon bomb in the kittys tummy, I'm outa here.

[Growltigga]

Growltigga, doing his best impression of a roof-bouncing ninja a la Crouching Tiger Hidden Dragon, sneeks a look at the tab situation...

Every tab is over 500 minerals......

Taz cowers in the corner of the bar as Growltigga raises the red hot poker cannon...

Can this be the painful end of our plucky hirsute antipodean marsupial barman?

Growltigga is always open to pleading and begging!

[dogscoff]

After paying for some repairs to his battlemoon, (necessitated after the giant penguin experiments got a bit out of hand) Dogscoff has no money left to pay his 875 mineral bar tab.

Desperately, he goes out into the parking area where the recent Tigga/Gryphin cartoon-rules battle has taken place. Bits of munitions and weaponry, damaged steath devices and vehicles, piles of poo and dismembered celebrity & cartoon corpses litter the expanse, covering tarmac and spacecraft alike. A small army of auto-cleaner droids are beginning to tidy the place up.

Dosgscoff chases the droids away with his null space rifle, and begins collecting some of the detritus scattered around the place. After an hour's sweaty work, he has a wheelbarrow full of body parts and excrement. He wheels it into the catina and shovels the whole lot into the mini resource converter. The "Organics" light comes on and the machine duly discharges 873.1 minerals. Less than 2 minerals short!

He digs through his pockets: A bit of fluff, some old fuel receipts for the battlemoon, a couple of plasma grenades, a hip-flask half filled with Vaxin Absynthe, a dog-eared copy of "transmetropolitan", two jars of genetically modified shrimp-ninja assassins, 1.6 minerals in cash, a business card for a Cue-cappan massage parlour, his trusty antique samurai sword, some slinky lingerie designed for a woman with six breasts and a blood-stained beermat with a occult symbols and an offworld phone number scrawled on the back. Now that was a night out to remember, shame I don't remember more of it. Damned absynthe...

With the cash in his pocket he is now only 0.3 minerals short. He takes a moment to decide which would be worse; getting his head ripped off by 'Tigga and Taz for not paying his bill, or losing Pagan Sheila Sixtits' phone number. He steels himself, attempts to commit the 44-digit number to memory, then grudgingly drops the beermat into the resource converter. The blood stains and leftover radiation (Good job they irradiated the sacrifice first that night) yield 0.4 minerals.

Phew, made it, with change to spare. Dogscoff hands the cash over the bar and orders an expensive drink on his tab to celebrate. As a gesture of goodwill, he buys 'Tigga and Taz a drink, too.

[tesco samoa]

Movie recommendation

I just saw a really good movie called

Amores Perros
Drama/Thriller 2h 33 min Mexico Dir. Alejandro Gonzales Inarritu. Three interlinked tales tell the story of revenge, dogs, and death in Mexico City.

Highly recommend it.

[Gryphin]

hate to dissapoint the Kat, but if you review the post, you will find I have not had anything in weeks.
:: The Gryphin Grins ::

[Puke]

i think i saw that, where they steal the guys dog and make it fight? that was a good film.

[Growltigga]

unfortunately, Tigga goes for a bottle of Chateau Lafite Rothschild Mouton de la Pay whih costs 800 minerals so poor old Dogscoff is back to square one