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

[geoschmo]

I would be happy to explain what I mean by pretending Gryphin, but I have no head.

At this point, Taz, who is dutifully wiping down the bar, gets to the headless body of geo slumped over the bar. He notices the "Head-alert" bracelet on his wrist...

Hello, If this body becomes headless for any reason, do not panic. Do not attempt to administer first aid, and under no circumstances dispose of or destroy the body. Store it in an out of the way place and call the number below and someone will come pick it up. If this is inconvenient for you, drop it in the nearest mailbox and it will be returned to the owners family, postage guaranteed.

[ July 18, 2002, 21:09: Message edited by: geoschmo ]

[Puke]

hmm, maybe we can rig something up with that stuffed Phong's head mascott over the bar. I've got some duct tape here, and if we could get it to make disparaging comments about lawyers, no one would know its not him.

I saw a Nissan Z in the parking lot, at the least we could steal the speach system out of it and Geo could say "The door is ajar" every time someone walks into the cantina.

[Gryphin]

Looks at the stack of 5 boxes sitting on the bar next to where the dart Boards were, Clearly labled: Supreme Dartss, Wonders if Taz has been testing the product before he came into work ::

[Fyron]

Originally posted by Growltigga:
Note to self2: speak to Dogscoff about a 100 MILE COMMUTE?

That's not to hard to believe. It's 50 miles to work, 50 miles back. A lot of people that work in Los Angeles, California, live in suburbs far away (who actually wants to live in L.A. (save the Hollywood part) anyways?) and commute to work every day. My father did that for like 15 years.

[tesco samoa]

As per Canadian traditions. It is my birthday so I show up at the bar and grill with 3 dozen donuts

[Growltigga]

Belated Happy Birthday Tesco, I hope your celebrations were suitably liquid-fuelled and that you feel like you have wrestled a bear this morning.

[mac5732]

Mac stumbles into the cantina after almost being run over by a NissonZ which was recklessly being operated in the parking lot outside, driven by some radical laughing Maniac. Struggling up to the bar, he notices the headless countenance of Geo leaning on the wall over in the cornor, stares at the headless wonder, shakes his head, mumbles something about "somethings never change in the cantina", asks the Taz for a strong orange juice and wanders towards his table. On the way he spies the kitty milk saucer on the floor empty with what appears to be soggy donut crumbs all around it. Hmmm the Kat is Back he mutters, As he lowers his tired old frame into his chair, he observes, boxs of what could only be donuts on an adjoing table. Finally, some decent dietetic sustenance he shouts, pushing back his chair and mandering over, to partake of this luscious extravaganza of excellance, aaahhh chocolate cream filled, my favorite he exclaims and he grabs one in each hand and goes back to his table. He orders a large milk from one of the FBW, puts his feet up while gorging himself on the cream filled wonders.. ahhhh, now if only someone would scrape up the remains of the splattered Geo Head, this could be a right enjoyable morning,, he thinks to himself...As he starts to indulge in his daily LH dreams for the day, he sees the Kat dragging in a large pool talbe, now what is the old furry one up to now, he thinks as he continues to fill his frame with smooth tasty morsels.

Tesco, Happy Birthday you old sot, tks for the donuts,

a gorging mac

[ July 19, 2002, 15:28: Message edited by: mac5732 ]

[Growltigga]

Growltigga kicks saucer of milk over Mac (oops, sorry old timer) and finishes moving bar billiards table to corner of cantina.

Growltigga gives big sigh, opens a bottle of Laphroiag and down in one, followed by 6 bottles of 1692 Kentish bitter, as he worries about how the hell he is going to explain the rules of bar billiards to the Americans in the bar..

And as for trying to explain Bat "N" Trap, Pub Skittles and Whistle Miss Susie?? Growltigga reaches for the second bottle of Laphroiag and collapeses gently in the corner

[geoschmo]

In the corner of the bar, unnoticed at first, the headless body of Geo begins to twitch. Slightly at first, steadily increasing to the point of convulsions. Suddenly the body comes to life and bolts upright in the chair, and then stands.

The arms, which at first had been flailing about uncontrolably, now appear to be working to a purpose and begin tugging at the stubby neck remains of the previous head. A small protrubance begins to form at this point, quickly expanding upwards at outwards with a disgusting sound that is at once reminicent of flesh being torn, and the sound of a ballon being inflated.

This protrubance has the initial appearance of an formless creature struggling to escape from Geo's body via the neck. However it quickly takes form and becomes apparent that it is in fact a new head in the form of Geo's old head, only much smaller, almost comically so, in size. As the head continues to expand, it becomes apparent that it is covered in a slimy substance that drips occasionally on to Geo's upper body and the floor.

As the new head reaches a size appropriate for the body, at least as much as the previous Geo's head was, the face contorts as Geo's stretches the newly formed mucles. All in the bar at this point stare in rapt attention as Geo suddenly blurts out, "Man! That really stings!"

And with that Geo excuses himself to the restroom to clean up.

[tesco samoa]

now in the tesco tradition. Sushi for lunch and later tonigh after some gumbo a nice robusto ( Dominican ,,, Hoye de Montary )... Tesco cracks open the humidor and passes them around.