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

[Taz-in-Space]

...Taz looks up at the post counter and grabs the 2900th post!...

[mac5732]

Mac was doing his usual reknown research into the strange happenings involving member Dogscoff becoming a wee one once again in his life. He found that a small baby cult was engrained upon those surrounding his new dimension of youth. Not believing that there isn't a catch to joining, he delved ever deeper into this new cult of little ones. He discovered that whomever joins the un-named cult, will in turn become a small one of the same size and shape as the scoff currently is. In addition, do to financial difficulties, they also have to purchase their own diapers, pacifier and other unique articles prior to joining. However, they do have a choice of clones that will take care of and pamper them until they once more walk the cantina as a full grown member. As he continues his research he was amazed at the growth factor involved in this outlandish behavior, it appears that growth is accelerated at an astonishing rate so growth is only a matter of days possibly weeks intead of years.....

researching Mac

[Kamog]

This could be a nice cult to join. A chance to start life over again. And as demonstrated by Dogscoff, you retain all of your knowledge and experience when you become a baby! Think of all the advantages! Don't bother attending kindergarten or elementary school again, it will be boring. Just do whatever you like. But you won't be able to drive or drink or do any adult stuff for a while... the Sisters of Shrieking Plasma sound like they're pretty strict - they'll no doubt keep a close eye on you and make sure you do your daily weight training and hand-to-hand combat practice all day. Not bad, though!

[dogscoff]

Time passes quickly for baby dogscoff. So quickly, in fact, that by the time mac has returned from the inner sanctum for his mid-morning evacuation, dogscoff is fully grown again.

Having spent the first 10 years of his new life learning the nuances of applied dogma and advanced warfare from the sisters, dogscoff left the convent to learn more. Crewing his way across the galaxy aboard a number of pirate and smuggler vessels, he learned many useful things about the workings of the universe, and often had the opportunity to put to use the techniques learned from the nuns.

Having made a small fortune in his teens from a notorious privateering career, he settled down for a few years, taking university courses in history, philosophy, theology, psychology and pornography. These were the final stages in his education, equipping him with the Last key skills necessary to fulfil his destiny and lead his cult into unimagined new realms of power, violence and sexual debauchery.

Dogscoff, now grown up, strides back into the cantina. He isn't wearing the nappy this time but is still dressed in flowing ceremonial robes. His eyes betray the two lifetimes of experience that reside in his young body, and a number of heavily armed (male) and well-oiled (female) cult followers watch him fervently, worshipping him and all desperately hoping for an opportunity to please their leader in one way or another.

So, who wants to join my cult? I can promise lots and lots of sex, violence, intoxicants and bad language.

[Raging Deadstar]

*Raging Deadstar sees the oncoming revoloution and decides that maybe it's time to consider bargaining with dogscoff.*

Hey Dogscoff, i shall join your cult on ONE condition... I REMAIN High Evil Overlord of Belgium and keep control of luxembourg as well, not a bad price considering you will own the rest of the universe. Belgium is my country already and we're ready for a war if needs be, and luxembourg is just my firing range where i put people who have annoyed me over the years and launch various missiles and warheads at them every sunday morning at 1-3am. Other than that i am prepared to swear loyalty to you and supply your cult with enough clones of celebrities that you can tire out in acts of sexual gratification!

Note: My loyalty to you becomes null and void if growltigger returns and decides to slay all those allied to dogscoff...

[Power Man]

Power Man looks up from his third helping of tribble wings (with extra sauce).
So the little baby is all grown up.
Taking out his scannopter he sneaks a scan of doscoff. It appears that whatever strange
temporal forces that have caused doscoff to age so rapidly have turned the small baby into a
fine young man. That is all but a significant part usually covered by a nappy.
It seems that part is still rather small and undeveloped.

So it seems that there may be only "promises of sex" for him.
Well that may explain all of the violence, intoxicants and bad language.

Power Man, also sensing something in the air (and this time not bad nappies) gets ready to leave.
He tosses several credits, ( and a big tip for Taz) onto the table.
Tapping his communicator he contacts his ship.
Beam me up Spork.

I'll continue to scan the place. I'll be curious to know what happens first:

The thread will get to 200 pages.
The thread will get to 3000 replys
Growltigger returns and it is the "End Of The Thread As We Know It."

[Raging Deadstar]

Powerman i think it might be an appropriate time to point out to you that taz believes that tribbles are either...

A: Young Tazmanian devils

B: Related species to tazmanian devils

Either way taz looks after them like children and even that big tip you gave him isn't going to stop the maternal feelings of hurt you have caused him by ripping off their wings, deep frying them and serving them with a nice sauce. Luckily taz is preoccupied trying to get that lovely shine on the portable bar and i think that you better dispose of said evidence! Taz can be quite a handful when he gets into swing...Ok that came out wrong but i believe he can be quite formiddable at the old cartoon violence, so be prepared powerman, be prepared

[ March 31, 2003, 19:53: Message edited by: Raging Deadstar ]

[Power Man]

I assure you Raging Deadstar (and Taz) that before I had any of the "tribble wings" I gave them a quick scan.
These "tribble wings" are Not made from "tribbles", Young Tazmanian devils, or even though they taste like it, Chicken!

No they are actually made from, (What's Up Doc?) Rabbit !!!
SO given Taz's past run ins with a certain cartoon Rabbit, he should be pleased.
In fact I invite Taz to have some on me. They really have gotten all of the
"Bugs" INTO the recipe. Try the Carrot stuffed ones. They will get you Spinning !!!

Don't forget Raging Deadstar, you were the one who told me about them.

[Raging Deadstar]

LALALALALA Did i really tell you about those tribble wings, must have slipped off my tongue

Well as for another, this time well meant, piece of advice never say the name of a vegetable beginning with O, for you will be buried under a pile of them regardless where ever you are, if you want to be sure try it out sometime

[Power Man]

Lets see now, what would that word be ??
Is it Olive ?? ……. Nothing.
Is it Orange ?? …….Nothing.
Is it Oregano ? … Nothing.
Is it Oregon Grape? Still nothing.

I know Its Orgasm!! Oh no that’s more “promises of Sex” from before.

It must be the name of a “widely cultivated Asiatic herb of the lily family with pungent edible bulbs.”
I use them a lot with steak, eggs, and fish. I may even try them on “tribble” wings !

A small worker robot enters a vast, empty, cargo hold on the Dread1.
He places a small remote computer speaker in the center of the hold and gets out.
From the speaker comes the Words ONION ONION ONION.

A giant black hole appears like out of various cartoons appears and a large pile of onions fill the hold of Power Man’s ship.

OH BOY I have enough On – er pungent edible bulbs to Last me a long time.
Thanks Raging Deadstar I won’t tell Taz about your “slip of the tongue.”