Ye New Galactic Bar & Grill & Phong's Head Cantina - After Hours - Page 199

Kamog · #**1981** December 29th, 2002, 04:53 AM

Hi everyone, looks like we're all getting ready for a big battle! Who are we fighting? I'm ready, I brought some hard fruitcake and leftovers from Christmas dinner to throw. So, when do we expect our enemies to show up?

Quikngruvn · #**1982** December 29th, 2002, 06:16 AM

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Originally posted by Kamog:
So, when do we expect our enemies to show up?

Aren't the health inspectors still around, or did they get eaten/bribed/glassed?

[Quikngruvn dons his elven chain mail, just in case, and snags a beer off of the nearest available open tab....]

Quikngruvn

TerranC · #**1983** December 29th, 2002, 07:41 AM

Hello all.

*looks around with llamas and missile torpedoes*

What's all this...?

mlmbd · #**1984** December 29th, 2002, 08:48 AM

The Cantina!

mlmbd

Raging Deadstar · #**1985** December 29th, 2002, 01:16 PM

Raging Deadstar wonders how he ended up in this situation. Sandwiched between two llamas at the bar they buy him another brewski and begin telling stories of pastures old in argentina. Feeling slightly nervous about the fact that these llamas are carrying rocket launchers Raging Deadstar makes his excuses and heads to his ship, returning with a sieve on his head, some body armour, his favourite quantum torpedo launcher and his trusty baguette which is about 2 months old. Feeling ready to get to the bottom of this situation he walks over to Macs table

All is silent, the llamas and Rags stop singing together. Mac gazes up from the newly set chess set he was contemplating and gazes up, the atmosphere is tense, Raging Deadstar loses the nessercary staring contest and blinks. He sits down slowly and moves his pawn two spaces forward, Mac accepts this challenge and moves his pawn too. After many exchanges in which Raging Deadstar is losing badly he decides to ask the question he came to ask. As he was about to he realises whats going to happen

The end of the cantina is nigh

Puke · #**1986** December 30th, 2002, 12:49 AM

a dead calm falls over the scene. patrons eye each other with fear and malice, llama henchmen and aquatic minions (Dogscoff is here for this, isnt he?) cast watchfull glares at each other, over the sights of their heavy weapons.

a faint drumming is heard in the distance, which grows louder as Puke holds high the mucky plunger of the slain sewer-god. Chanting becomes audible as an army of Loo-Worshipers peer from out of the crack of the water closet door. Seeing the one that wields the scepter of command, they fall silent and await the comming battle.

as the drumming dies off, and the gibbering of the Loo-Worshipers drops to sub-audible levels, scores of line-dancing high-kicking GHB-miniturized FBWs from the Last clone war come streaming out of a small door at the end of the bar. As they dance across the bar, they each fill and carry a shotglass to their master and creator.

With the Loo-Worshipers behind him, and a phalanx of cloned GHB-miniturized line-dancing FBWs in front of him, Puke continues to hold high the Plunger of command as he slams back the first of the long line of shots prepared infront of him. as he pounds the empty shotglass upside-down on the table, the cantina is once again silent.

edit: 1985, 15 to go

[ December 29, 2002, 23:07: Message edited by: Puke ]

Quikngruvn · #**1987** December 30th, 2002, 04:09 AM

Quikngruvn re-analyzes the situation, and quickly realizes elven chain won't be enough for the impending onslaught, even if it is +4 (+3 vs. sewer attacks). He reaches into his pocket and produces what looks like a small black cloth. He lays the cloth onto a table and sticks his arm into the cloth, and pulls out his +2 Helm of Vegetable Empathy. After donning the helm, he then produces from the cloth a Ring of Ultra-Regeneration, a +5 Shield (+10 vs. Cartoon Violence), and a +4 Mace of Disruption. Now suitably prepared, he returns the cloth to his pocket and orders a very stiff drink from the bartender.

[Edited by the Grammar Patrol.]

Quikngruvn

[ December 30, 2002, 02:10: Message edited by: Quikngruvn ]

Timstone · #**1988** December 30th, 2002, 03:27 PM

Hi everyone, I'm back!

I had a GREAT trip in Paris! The women are just soooo damn nice.

Mlmbd: Damn I forgot Mlmbd!

I'm truly sorry about forgetting you. My humblest apologies. Here, have a brewski.

mlmbd · #**1989** December 30th, 2002, 03:51 PM

Timstone, Hi, yourself.

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Mlmbd: Damn I forgot Mlmbd!

I'm truly sorry about forgetting you. My humblest apologies.

Apology and the brewski are greatfully accepted.

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I had a GREAT trip in Paris! The women are just soooo damn nice.

You know it would be really easy to hate you right now!

I am glad that you had such a GREAT time.

mlmbd

Kamog · #**1990** December 30th, 2002, 07:42 PM

Wow, sounds like Paris is a great place to go on vacation! Maybe next year (hmm, only a couple of days away...) But I guess I'll have to learn to speak French first... where else are there nice women?