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

[Gryphin]

GT, in all my born days it never occured to me that is what that expression meant.
And as for Marmite, It is a Marmot I was thinking of.
Tell ya what. Figure every tenth post of yours I'm going to make some foolish comment.
Instead of me doing that. Why don't you just write some responce as if I had. Probably easier that way all around.
(um that was ment as humor)

[Growltigger]

What do you mean Gryphin, are you saying that every ninth post of mine I should finish it by saying "Gryphin, shut your cakehole" or "Hey, we havn't taken the piss out of Gryphin facial hair for at least a couple of months" etc etc

Dogscoff is pinned to the wall by a fusillade of Growltigga's viscious ninja throwing twiglets (traditional flavour of course). He looks worried as Growltigga approached with his new Marmite Smeared Red Hot Poker Handcannon

[mottlee]

Geee Wizzz just how in the HE*L am I to keep this place clean (sort of) with all for you blowing up????

[mlmbd]

GT, I don't mind the 'Marmite'! I kinda like that salty flavor. *mlmbd protests* It is all that puke you insist on using.

*mlmbd boasts* puke, here are 24 bags of 'Cheatos' I got out of the vending machine. So, now all is right with your 'Grey matter'. *mlmbd adds* That is every bag from the machine as well.

gryphin, 'Marmite' is mostly a UK thing. So, unless you live there, have friends in the UK or have spent some time there you probably would know about it! I will let one of our learned 'Brits' enlighten you as to what it is.

*mlmbd yells at the mongooses 'Alpha male' Hey 'Ceasar', I didn't know you and your 'clan' were working for GT. So how is everything with your 'clan'? *mlmbd quearies* And how is..is...*mlmbd tries to remember 'Ceasar's' buddy's name* ah....ah, Brutus? That was one hell of a party! Wasn't it? *mlmbd reminisses* This 'clan' of killer mongooses, is indeed a fierce clan. They come from the 'Joxsrnear' System! fierce as they come. Also some of the biggest partiers and pratical jokers around, anywhere.

as mlmbd waits for an answer from his old pal 'Ceasar' he scans the cantina. As he does, he hears; "tick......tick......tick."! Criky there is a bomb in here. He moves towards the very muffled ticking. All the FBW's dancing covered in 'Marmite', with all the patrons loudly celebrating and bottles breaking. Makes it very difficult to track. Thank God I was trained for explosive disarment/disposal *mlmbd thinks to himself* tracking ever closer to the ticking source.......*mlmbd walks right past RD, who says something to him that he now only hears as background noise.* Past Taz, GT and Gryphin. Into the storeroom he goes. The ticking is much louder and with all the adreniline he is now quite sober. *mlmbd moves to some stacked flour sacks* he removes he custom made 'Yuack' gloves. |sweat has begin to trickel down mlmbd's forehead| *mlmbd uses on of the gloves to wipe his forhead* mlmbd now runs hand along the sides of the large sacks of flour. About two-thirds the way around he feels a wire. He feels a lumb in his throat. And thinks to himself "wow, wish I had a bit of Ale right now! He moves around the sacks. Kneels down, an there it is a nice piece of work *mlmbd admits to himself* It has been awhile. mlmbd searches his jacket pockets. There they are, as he feels his 'side cutters and 'nippers'. Pulling them out of his pocket, placing them on a near by shelf. He proceed to check for any trace of a bobie trap on the device. No pressure plates, no wiring to the the flour sacks and No lasers present. mlmbd being satisfied that there are no bobie traps, gingerly removes the top sack of flour. Throwing the sack aside he see the entire device now. *just then a drop of sweat runs into his eye* wiping his forehead againg. mlmbd kneels down once more. Four screws hold the top in place. Fumbling through his pockets, searching for something. Not findind what he was looking for. Withdraws his hand. *mlmbd thinking thats is very odd* Then remembers that the items he was searcing for he had placed on the shelf. Geesh, mlmbd things to himself. He removes a 'Mc Gyver' patended pocket knife from his pants pocket. Open the knife to the desired selection of 'flat head' screw drivers. He proceeds to remove the screws holding the lid on. Now, let see this baby's inards. mlmbd removes the lid to the device. Revieling it's intrenal parts. His eye search the device. Very nice and very professional work. *mlmbd remarks to himself out loud!* Yes, there is what I needed to see. Grabing the 'nippers' from the shelf. Holds a yellow wire in between his fingers. Snip! The device stops ticking. mlmbd quickly remove the explosives and disconnects the power sourse. mlmbd breaths a 'Great' sigh of relief. Picks up all the components and re-enters the fornt of the house! Walking over to GT. mlmbd places 'all' but the explosive into his hands. Informing him that is was a bomb, and that it was in the storeroom. mlmbd walks to the bar and ask 'Taz' for a bottle of Guinness Stout, Thanks!

mlmbd

[Ragnarok]

Rags still hears ticking noise coming from the back of the Cantina. He watches mlmbd set the parts of his bomb on the bar for GT to examine.

"mlmbd," Rags begins, "It's nice you found that bomb. But that wasn't the ticking noise everyone has been hearing. The "device" as it's known cannot be defused. Some time in the future this Cantina is going bye bye."

Rags drinks a brewski real quick and walks out. He takes his key to his massive dreadnaught and puts a nice long scratch down Timstones ship, he then takes a potato and sticks it in the exhaust system.
Then he Boards his ship and takes off.

[ January 24, 2003, 20:20: Message edited by: Ragnarok ]

[Kaladaar]

Tired from a long day of chasing space herpes, I enter slowly. (this place being so new to me, I need to be extra careful)

I take my first steps towards the bar when my eyes catch something flying towards me. A large dart whizzes past my nose and I duck. It silently continues along towards its intended target. I stand, silent, watching as it makes a slow curve, then stopping abruptly as it hits the bull's-eyes on the floating dart board.

'Wow' I think to myself, I wish I could make my darts curve like that.

A loud voice is heard to boom over the dull roar of the bar crowd, "Bull's-eye, my game. OK, who else wants to get humiliated?"

'Not me, I'm not even in the same league' I whisper softly to myself as I make my way to the bar. Looking at the large selection of drinks, I make my decision, "Gimme some of that blue stuff"

The hairs on the back of my neck tense up slightly as I can almost hear the collective thoughts of everyone in the place saying, "Rookie!"

I smile and think, 'At least I didn't trip coming in.'

[ January 24, 2003, 21:17: Message edited by: Kaladaar ]

[Kaladaar]

Sipping my (blue) Kool-Aid (gee, what a manly drink that is) I scan the room. I can hear several discussing the goods and bads of Marmite. Curious, I ask the bartender, "Do you have any of this Marmite they are talking about? I'd kinda like to find out for myself if its any good."

"You betcha, how much would you like?" he asked, then added, "And keep in mind, whatever you order you HAVE TO EAT!"

That Last little reminder (or was it a warning) kinda took the gumpshun out of my request. "I guess I best play safe, so give me the smallest portion you have." I say, confident at making a wise choice.

<< Thinking back, I only wish I had noticed the bartender glancing over towards GT and that the nod he got back was accompanied with a evil looking smirk. Sighs, if only my foresight was half as good as my hindsight. >>

Feeling pretty good about my selection of portion size, I turned to see the bartender retuning with a HUGE bowl containing what looked like very thick and very spoiled gravy. I gulped, "THAT's Marmite?" I half gasped, "And people actually EAT THAT STUFF?"

As I stood there thinking of what to do, I saw the bartender looking back towards GT, they were both having a good chuckle at my expense. "1000 minerals to anyone who will empty this bowl for me!!!"

A tiny man came over, climbed up on the stool next to me, picked up the bowl and emptied the contents on the bar room floor. "That'll be 1000 minerals please."

Sighs... I can hear it even louder now... "Rookie"

[ January 26, 2003, 02:59: Message edited by: Kaladaar ]

[mlmbd]

mlmbd feeling very pleased with himself says to Kaladaar; "you know you are still going to have to eat that". mlmbd smirks with that remark. And orders another bottle of Guinness Stout from 'Taz'! Thanks, Taz.

mlmbd

[Kaladaar]

Kaladaar looks around, his eyes scanning the area, almost in a panic. he relaxes slightly when he sees the sign. Quickly, he pulls out his magic artist's pen, (with magic non-erasable ink) draws a few squiggles so fast no one can see and replaces it for all to see.

The sign now reads:

NO MONO-SYLLABLE SWEARING
NO SECONDS
NO EATING OFF FLOOR
SILLY ROOKIE TAX = 1000 MINERALS
NO SIGN PAINTING, EVER!

NO EXCEPTIONS!!!

"I'd really like to oblidge, but I cant." he says, pointing to the sign.

[Gryphin]

Marmite? I thought that was the symbiotic life form over my lip.
Is there another type?