Ye New Galactic Bar & Grill & Phong's Head Cantina - After Hours - Page 271

Growltigger · #**2701** March 6th, 2003, 06:16 PM

Rags, that is grand and thanks for the info, listen mate, no hard feelings or whatever but you need to clean yourself up.

Why dont you go and have a nice shower, just ask to borrow a towel from Abdul the Berber villager who is the attendant at the moment.

And dont mind the camel, it doesn't if you dont.

mlmbd · #**2702** March 6th, 2003, 07:30 PM

Steaks..... Steaks....... and more Steaks! Now that everyone has placed their orders for food. I can get on with my meal!

*mlmbd thanks GT for the kind gesture, of cheffing. But declines. Me sharing a kitchen with 'anyone' is definitely, not a good idea. He thinks, to himself. Definitely, definitely not a good idea.*

mlmbd

Ragnarok · #**2703** March 6th, 2003, 07:53 PM

Rags gets up, brushes off any lint balls that might be on his uniform and he nods at GT to which he walks to the shower room and sees the camel just staring at him... Rags proceeds to take off his clothes and the camel is still staring at him. Rags begins to feel a bit uneasy, at which time the camel senese this and begins to bite and kick and just plain flat out attack Rags.
Rags grabs his clothes quickly and holds on to them as he streaks through the Cantina. The patrons take notice of this and begin to burst out with laughter as Rags ran through the room. Rags Boards his ship and finishes his shower.

primitive · #**2704** March 7th, 2003, 02:27 AM

primitive, knowing himself to be outsmarted accepts defeat. He goes up to GT and shows him a key.
"If you let me clean myself up in peace, I will give you this key to a room above. In there I have a full dozen celebrety clones. Sexually enhanced and starved for affection, they will bring much joy and pleasure."
The curious cat snaps the key and runs up the stairs. Not before the door slams behind him did he suspect the trap.

The clones bring much joy and pleasure to the patrons of the Cantina, as they watch the show on closed circuit television. GT on the other hand does not seem to enjoy his selection of Freddie Mecury clones.

[ March 07, 2003, 00:33: Message edited by: primitive ]

Growltigger · #**2705** March 7th, 2003, 02:28 AM

Hmmm, dunno really Atrocities, without cheating and searching the web, it does sound possibly Napoleonic but what also makes me think is Primitive's sig which says something like "fighting for peace is like humping for virginity"

mac5732 · #**2706** March 7th, 2003, 05:11 AM

Primitive, ROFL,

serves GT right the old hair ball

Mac turns on his giant 37" close circuit monitor and proceeds to watch the manistations of the furry feline in the Upper room. HEY GT, try the "Gryphin Position or CTW", he yells at the monitor as he sits back with his usual brewski, Mac was going to order his usual breakfast but the indecent, disgusting, exhibition on the Monitor is to much for one's inner anatamy to handle during breakfast

Now Rags and Primitive have you 2 been in the inner sanctum of the cantina yet, ever hear of Loo worshipers.....

hysterical Mac

[ March 07, 2003, 03:15: Message edited by: mac5732 ]

Ragnarok · #**2707** March 7th, 2003, 06:18 AM

Yeah, I've heard of the loo worshipers... They are evil, that's why I was forced to take a shower with a camel out back.

primitive · #**2708** March 7th, 2003, 10:47 AM

Primitive remembers sitting around the fire in the depth of the darkest jungle of his home planet, as a kid. the drums would pound a steady beat, and the Shaman would sing the gruesome stories of the loo worshippers. No, primitive is not going in there.

Edit: One day I'm gonna learn to spel

[ March 07, 2003, 08:53: Message edited by: primitive ]

Growltigger · #**2709** March 7th, 2003, 10:53 AM

Au contraire Mr Primitive, Growltigga has always been one to strip down to the spandex leotard, don large furry moustache and sing "We will Rock You" with the best of them....

Using Brian May as a battering ram, Growltigga and the Freddie Mercury clones escape from Primitive's locked room, they charge into the cantina and grab the musclebound Fairy Boy from the Fjords.

He carry him upstairs to the "other" locked room and chuck him in. Freddie Mercury clones attach chains and padlocks to the door and arc weld it shut.

Primitive looks up, standing in front of him are about a dozen Jimmy Somerville clones, 4 Dana International clones, a few Will Young clones and a couple of Marc Almond clones, all clutching muscle rub and drooling at Primitive's physique

The screams can be heard in the next galaxy

Atrocities · #**2710** March 7th, 2003, 11:37 AM

Ulysses S Grant