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[Renegade 13]

**Noting the suddenly hostile looks from nearby patrons, Renegade makes a show of grasping the chilled bottle, lifting it to his lips and takes a loooooooooong drink!**

[El_Phil]

Meanwhile the undertaker starts measuring him up for a coffin. He then realises that, given the clientele, Renegade is never going to get an open coffin funeral.

[NullAshton]

I'll protect Renegade! Right after I get dibs on his arm or leg...

[Renegade 13]

NA, you can have my arm. I have three after all, so I can do without one of them Losing a leg would be...inconvenient.

I think it would be a wise time to fade back into my corner, before I'm further rended limb from limb.

**Renegade slips back to the shadows from whence he came (with his beer, of course), with only the greenish glow of his eyes to indicate his continuing presence.**

[Fyron]

Fyron sets about animating the bloated, defiled corpses of the hops and barley used to create that abomination into the living dead. He then outfits the newly risen horde with mint-flavored toothpicks and dented, used beer bottle caps for shields. After razing that most unholy of structures, the army marches tirelessly towards the Cantina...

Upon arriving, they find the incorrigible Renegade cowering in the shadows. Having powers far beyond those of normal hops and barley, the horde can clearly see his craven form in the darkness. The horde swarms about Renegade's feet, jabbing their tooth picks into his feet at every opportunity. Overcome with sickening weakness from having partaken of the Unamable Brew, Renegade quickly succumbs to the pain of the stabbings and tumbles forward, landing face first on the Cantina floor.

The hops and barley horde quickly surround Renegade and impale their toothpicks into him. Foisting him in the air, they quickly carry the cattle rancher, now moaning like a girl, to one of the back rooms where the local pub brews are stored. They pry off the lid of an especially large keg and dump Renegade inside. The lid is then sealed back on, leaving Renegade to ruminate upon his crimes.

[David E. Gervais]

David walks casually into the bar and pulls out a strange looking device. The room falls silent at the sight of the old pixelator and more than a little curiosity as to what he is about to do... Pfffffft Pop! He presses a button on the device and a large comfy looking ACME Inflatible chair springs out of thin air. David sits in the chair and orders a round of Drinks for the patrons,.. and says, "Could I get a table to go with this comfy chiar?"

Cheers!

[El_Phil]

Hmmm that sounds like change. We fear change around here.

However with drinks all round we'll let you off, just this once.

[NullAshton]

Change can be GOOD. Gimme one of those pixelators

[Renegade 13]

**Renegade is bodily dumped into the keg and comes to the surface sputtering and coughing. The beer soothes the wounds sustained in the hops and barley massacre. Thankfully, there's a slight air pocket, and the keg isn't totally air-tight, so Renegade did not expire in the keg, as was undoubtedly the intent. Instead, the beer absorbs into Renegade's skin, creating a lumpy, swollen caricature of the once handsome cattle rancher's son (I'm no cattle rancher! )

After a short time spent recuperating, Renegade pops the lid off the keg and slithers out onto the floor with a sodden 'plop!'. Gasping on the floor, Renegade crawls to his corner...**

20 minutes later...

**A sudden rumbling sound is heard from the vicinity of the corner. As horrified patrons watch, a dust bunny rolls out into the light. Then another. Three more. Suddenly dozens, then hundreds of the 3 inch diameter dust bunnies (freshly endowed with semi-sentience) roll out into the light of the Bar and Grill. Rolling like an unstoppable juggernought towards the victorious hops and barley, they engulf their foe in clouds of hundreds of dusty fuzzy balls of doom! The screams were horrible...**

[Fyron]

The hops and barley horde struggled valiantly against the dust bunny onslaught, but their efforts were in vain. Whenever one managed to eviscerate a dust bunny, this simply caused the separated parts to continue the attack as smaller, more numerous dust bunnies.

After over half of the horde had fallen, a stroke of luck occured. Some absent-minded patron accidentally dropped his cigarette onto on of the hops that was engaged in furious battle with the dust bunnies. The patron was immediately sent to have a chat with Barry for his gross negligence. Being soaked in Unnamable Beer, though it be most foul, caused the hops to turn into a blazing inferno. Any dust bunny that attacked it immediately burst into flames and disintegrated.

Seeing the effectiveness of this new weapon, the nearby hops plunged their toothpicks into the smoldering corpse of the martyred hops. The barley, being none too bright, instead opted to set themselves on fire and charge directly into the most concentrated pocket of dust bunnies. Against suicidal barley and fire-armed hops, the dust bunny army was routed. The hops and the few surviving barley set their sights on the Cantina corner, marching towards the soaked, bloated Renegade. Unfortunately, their numbers were few.