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

[dogscoff]

Mead? Did someone say mead?

A shabby lump in the corner (that everyone had assumed was a pile of old barmats) stirs to life. It's dogscoff- he allows his mug to be filled.

"Can't have mead without boar."

*dogscoff drags a squealing boar from under the table and slaughters it. Then he stuffs an apple in its mouth and places it on a skewer above a freshly-ignited pile of furniture.

[Growltigger]

Hmmmm, this is not good. I go away for three weeks, come back from holiday, and find that the only amusing things to happen in the cantina is an assault of killer bee's, and the laughable thought that Rollo could get anywhere near Famke Jansen..

GT takes a large club, walks over to Rollo, takes off his little viking helmet and proceeds to repeatedly whack the hirsute German over the noggin shouting "Famke is mine, she is mine, get your nasty Teutonic hands off her, she is mine"

[dogscoff]

*dogscoff is torn. Should he come to Rollo's aid in a gesture of norse solidarity, or assist his old friend/business partner/employer/arch-nemesis Growltigga?

He decides to compromise, and beats the both of them across the skull with a steaming, half-eaten leg of roast boar.

[ September 22, 2003, 11:45: Message edited by: dogscoff ]

[Rollo]

As Rollo is crashing through the walls of the cantina and hurled outside, only three words can be heard:
"Ahl be bakk!"

[ September 22, 2003, 13:39: Message edited by: Rollo ]

[Growltigger]

Hee hee, you may well be Rollo but I have just loaded my super new food fighting projectile hand cannon with a magazine of armour piercing high velocity heat seeking bratwursts!!

You may be back, but you will be going through that wall again shortly thereafter

[mac5732]

the old wize one, sitting at his favorite table, indulging in his favorite cuisine, notices the food fight going on among the various members, hmm, looks interesting he remarks.. he pushes his call button and a LH clone mozies over and he places his request. The LH clone leaves and goes into a back room behind the bar.....

Shortly thereafter, out from various hidden recesses within the cantina's walls, suspicious looking wide muzzles protrude upon the scene of mayhem within the precincts of the establishment.

A whooooooshhhhhhinnnngggg sound emits thru the attmosphere and each of those menacing mancinations erupts with cream pies and large trouts, indulating GT, Rollo (before he got to the door), dogscoff and the rest of the members present in a gooey, sticky and smelly mundane of pies and large trouts.

a relaxing Mac

[Erax]

Erax peeks out from behind Rollo's mead barrel... "Uh oh, the Boss is back, better straighten everything up before he gets REALLY mad." He pulls out a Bar Trek communicator and hurriedly mutters something into it.

A few minutes later, the doors in the back of the Cantina open and a horde of Salma Hayek, Britney Spears, Liv Tyler, Liz Hurley and Kristanna clones dressed in french-maid costumes hurries out and begins to clean, dust and straighten everything up.

"Don't forget the Boss", Erax calls out while sampling Rollo's mead...

[Erax]

Ooo, cream pie fight !

Erax grabs a passing Britney clone with his free hand. "Hey Mac, be a good fellow and point the cream pie gun this way, lemon-flavored please !"

[mac5732]

Erax, your wish is my command

Old Mac gives the order to a LH clone and all the barrels in the wall point at poor or Erax, wwhhooooooosh

Erax is pelted with creamy Lemon cream pies from head to toe....

mac

[Erax]

Erax and the Britney clone fall to the floor under a mountain of lemon-flavored cream.
Just before they are completely buried, his voice calls out :

"I owe you one Maaaaccccc."