Ye Olde Phong's Head Cantina and Bierkeller - The rebirth - Page 16

Ragnarok · #**151** July 22nd, 2003, 09:04 PM

What is going on around here? This thread has fallen down to the middle of the second page; in threat of going to the third!

*Ragnarok borrows Narfs hammer and walks to RDs little corner and wacks RD across the head a few times. Then he returns the hammer to its original owner.* "Thanks Narf."

minipol · #**152** July 22nd, 2003, 11:48 PM

* minipols hasn't visited in a while so he drops in, orders a nice cold Duvel and slurps away. Damn, i thought i got some salts with that? I sure as hell won't tip the waitress now. *

Growltigger · #**153** July 23rd, 2003, 09:38 AM

Yeah Ragas, there just doesnt seem to be the same appetite for cartoon violence that there used to be...

Sign that we are all growing far too old and conservative in our tastes or what?

minipol · #**154** July 23rd, 2003, 11:35 AM

Cartoon violence? Hhhm. Southpark rocks as do the "old school" cartoon shows like tom & jerry, roadrunner and so on.
I like any cartoon because that means i can sit down and relax, basically be lazy

Growltigger · #**155** July 23rd, 2003, 12:38 PM

minipol, is that just before someone dings you in the face with a frying pan, with a humourous "DDDOOOOOONNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGGGGG" noise?

Growltigger · #**156** July 23rd, 2003, 03:17 PM

Woundwort, what statue? I thought I had strapped C4 to a holographic projecture?!!! what is this red button by the way? why is it flashing? what happens if I push it? BOOM! oh that does.

Oh well, no worries eh? she'll be right

PS GT pulls out his cricket bat, and swipes the message bot mightily, it flies in a great arc across the cantina, till its hits Rags in the derriere, rips through his fey clothing and buries itself up his bum..

Note to Woundwort, I will let you off a month's rent if you self destruct that bot NOW

[ July 23, 2003, 14:22: Message edited by: Growltigger ]

Ragnarok · #**157** July 23rd, 2003, 04:37 PM

*After being hit Ragnarok walks out of the Cantina looking like hes just been riding a horse for 42 weeks straight without getting off, and/or he was just searched for drugs of the non-legal sort up his bum by a 300 pound man named Billy Bob.*

*Ragnarok knowing better then to get into a fight with the great 'Tigga simply walks over, and shakes his hand and says (with a slight bit of pain in his voice, "Great hit, sir. Home run I do believe."*

*Ragnarok then retrieves a "donut" seat and proceeds to sit in his usual corner booth.*

Growltigger · #**158** July 23rd, 2003, 04:50 PM

Rags sits down as an ominous ticking sound proceeds to come from his rectum.

The patrons of the cantina overturn the tables and get behind them, kind of reminiscient of the 101st at Bastogne...

Wailing mournful music starts...the lights darken, and augmented by the ticking sound from Rag's fudge tunnel, GT proceeds to sing sad songs about the breifness of existence, the terseness of life and the end of being as it relates to having timebomb stuffed up your jacksy

General Woundwort · #**159** July 23rd, 2003, 04:56 PM

[slight buzz is heard - transport beam has activated]

[ Rags - you owe me one ]

[ July 23, 2003, 16:03: Message edited by: General Woundwort ]

Growltigger · #**160** July 23rd, 2003, 05:07 PM

Woundwort, read the penalty clause for crossing me in your contract and beam that bomb back!

Growltigga carries on singing mournful french piaf-esque dirges about the problems of mortality when 5 kg of TNT is about to go off in your back bottom