Ye Olde Phong's Head Cantina and Bierkeller - The rebirth - Page 12

geoschmo · #**111** July 14th, 2003, 04:20 PM

Geoschmo opens the Cantina door and strides confidently in. He is decked head to toe in approriatly themed costume. Thick rimmed black glasses with white tape on the nose piece. A short sleeved white dress shirt, no tie of course, with the top two buttons undone to show his white cotton tee-shirt. In the breast pocket is his trusty pLastic protector bulging with all manner of writing implements, and what appears to be a six inch ruler. His wrinkled shirt is tucked into his polyester pants held up by a think leather belt which also is carrying several beepers. The pants are about 3 inches too short, enough to show his white tube socks and black patent leather dress shoes. Fortunatly Geo didn't have to spend any on his costume as this is how he always dresses.

"So, when does the Geek party start?"

Growltigger · #**112** July 14th, 2003, 04:39 PM

Clutching his fury hoplite helmet and horse hair crest encased head in his hands, Growltigga sobs into his gauntlets.

There is always one, and this one looks in dire need of a good time.

Growltigga claps his hands, "Cameron? Lucy? Drew? aah good, I see you have your shortist togas on.. please take this nerd, I mean Geo, to the pool room. Please ensure you take gallon vats of humous, taramasalata and tzatziki, lots of chicken feathers and a small tub of swarfega and use it wisely. Bring him back for a kicking after you have, ahem, given him a good time...

and dont lose his ruler, I have plans for that (says Growltigga hurriedly looking up various terms in a medical anatomical dictionary).

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dogscoff · #**113** July 14th, 2003, 05:22 PM

dogscoff arrives in a toga. He has seaweed in his hair and beard, and clutches a big old trident. Taking a short break from his usual obsesseion of Greek mythology, (and fulfilling the old "lord of the sea" role for old times' sake) he has come as Poseidon, God of the oceans.

Anyone looking out te window will notice a 800ft long Kraaken by the name of Donogh parked at the rear.

'scoff has also brought his own entertainment in the form of 12 sirens, the beautiful sea-maidens who would lure sailors to a watery death with their irresistable singing voices (he also has a pair of ear-plugs). The sirens immediately start working their magic, and many cantina regulars begin trying to drown themselves in nearby bodies of liquid (drip trays, pints of beer, toilets etc.)

Growltigger · #**114** July 14th, 2003, 05:33 PM

Growltigga, listening to the sounds of giggling and occasionally snorting from the pool room upstairs, tries to work out why Dogscoff has a thing about genetically enhanced super-squid with Celtic names.

Sheesh, couldn't he have named it "Stavros" in honour of the Greek theme. and hey, I guess calamari is on the menu tonight, anyone got anyone lemons, cornflour and an 800 foot wide frying pan?

OK, we have yodelling lovelies, kamikaze regulars sticking their heads in the fishtanks, we need some satyrs, centaurs, horses, vestal virgins, funny little bald fat men in togas making philosophical statements, plate throwing, dodgy resinated wine, chariot races, nude nymphs disporting themselves everywhere, really dodgy food, funny dancing and mad bazouki players...

OK, got all that...

Let's find out what was so mysterious about those Elysian mysteries!

geoschmo · #**115** July 14th, 2003, 05:54 PM

Attention cantina guests, attention. To the owner of the giant wooden horse, license number ILUVHLN, you left your lights on.

Growltigger · #**116** July 14th, 2003, 06:00 PM

Geo, now covered in feathers stuck to his taramasalata body-suit is hoiked back into the pool room by 3 rather pleasant feminine arms, lucky swine.....

OK, the bazouki player is really kicking off, come on chaps, line up and let's start with "Never on a Sunday"

Can someone get that centaur off Mac, he is too old for this cross-species stuff...

And who is that dressed as Poseidon? doesn't he know that that all that "Zeus-making-ladies-pregnant-whilst-manifested-as-a-golden-shower" was just make believe? oh god, he doesn't. Someone get a towel for the Nana Miskouri FBW!!

Yeehaw, and when do we get to recreate the sacking of Troy? bags be Achilles

geoschmo · #**117** July 14th, 2003, 06:12 PM

Suddenly a distinctly feminine squeeling sound comes from the pool room as Lucy comes running out closely followed by Eddie, formerly known as Geo, chasing after her. "Mother!" he cried, "come back!" as they disapeared out the front door...

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Growltigger · #**118** July 14th, 2003, 06:20 PM

Eh, Geo, what on earth is going on there (I havn't seen Charlies Angels II yet)?

Explain please

Dah dum dah dum daha dah dahahdahhdum dah dum dah dum etc

geoschmo · #**119** July 14th, 2003, 06:26 PM

Sorry Gt. Just trying to get into the spirit of the Greek thing. I guess that one was a little too subtle. Nothing to do with the movie, I haven't seen either myself. Would it help if I change my name form Eddie to Geoedipus?

Just then a Galactic Express delivery man walks in the Cantina carrying a package.
"I have a delivery here for a Ms. Pandora." He sets it on the bar and leaves. Anyone inspecting the package will see it's clearly labeled: DO NOT OPEN

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Raging Deadstar · #**120** July 14th, 2003, 08:42 PM

*Raging Deadstar wanders through the door with a particularly beautiful entrouage. Instead of coming as a god he decided to bring some people as gods. So after hooking up with some of the most beautiful clones he had he dressed them up as the Muses*

"I'm sure as hell not messing with dogscoff tonight! That sea creatures huge!"

"Oh boss, thank you for the promotion. News is General Woundwort has hired some droidekas for protecting his office! Not like anyone is going to get anywhere near that place with me in charge

"

*He quickly takes the most beautiful muse to dance with and lets Growltigger take the rest for a night out*