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[David E. Gervais]

"Lunch Break!"

[Gryphin]

Strides back into the room,
Hey, Thanks for the massage, nice I needed that.
Don't worrry I tipped her.

Walks over to bar orders Harpoon IPA
Sits down with Mac.
Asks for truce

[General Woundwort]

"Whooooa!!"

Woundwort ducks just in time as the speeding spheroid of salsa shoots towards him...

over his head...

and connects squarely on David E. G. and his doting crew of FBW R.N.s.

"Tsk tsk tsk. Really ought to watch your aim there, RD."

Woundwort punches a few buttons on his wrist computer, summoning a large contraption vaguely resembling a WWII anti-aircraft gun - but loaded with lemon merangue pies instead of AA shells.

"FIRE IN THE HOLE!!!"

Jumping into the control seat, Woundwort switches the gun to autofire, aims, and sends RD reeling into the kitchen area with a rapidfire stream of fresh pies to the face.

[Raging Deadstar]

"Now that was Low!!"

RD comes running back out with an oven door as a shield and a jam tart firing bazooka and proceeds to fire back, it is one of the first food fights on this scale in the cantina yet

[Raging Deadstar]

Originally posted by David E. Gervais:
Edit: Ahem! RD, you should know that the FBW's 'Special medical treatment' will be much more distracting than the popcorn. Thanks!

Yeah, but this way you won't get injured Well, As long as you don't take any tips from Gryphin about certain positions and wagons.

[Renegade 13]

Well.......ok. Truce.

Hopping into a bar seat, Renegade looks at the mess around him, hoping for some way to get into this newest fight...come on someone, drag me into this somehow!

[General Woundwort]

"Your wish is my command!"

Wiping the mess from the front of the windshield [RD's attempt to jam my machine has failed - give ME the raspberry will you!?!], Woundwort swings the targeting crosshairs on R13 and cuts loose a burst of lemon merangue projectiles, hurtling him over the bar and into the liquor rack.

"Now, where was I? Ah yes..."

Woundwort tosses a clip of fresh key lime pies into the hopper and lays down suppressive fire on RD and his raspberry bazooka.

[ June 24, 2004, 01:12: Message edited by: General Woundwort ]

[Rasorow]

Watchs the pies flying everywhere while realizing that he hasnt eaten yet.

Deftly Rasorow reaches out a snags a flying pie in a feat of fantastic and unbelieveable dexterity (given the velocity of the pie).

"Thanks General!"

Looking at his pie, Rasorow pauses to consider if he has the right wine for a lemon merangue pie.

Rasorow

[mac5732]

The crotchey old one, smiles at "The Gryphin", puts out his hand and agrees to a truce. "Hey Gryphin, you old pizza swiper, hows about we mosey over and grab some of that popcorn before it gets full of pie filling?" He then ducks as a pie followed by a gob of jam goes flying by the table. Man is GT going to be upset with this mess he laughs, He yells for the Taz to bring him and The Gryphin a brewski... Then sits back and watches the undescribable acts the FBW's are performing on poor old DEG... It looks like his mouse hand is going to get plenty of excersise over there he mumbles, again ducking a wad of jam followed by a pie...

[Renegade 13]

Shaking his ringing head, Renegade licks his face and smile with delight as he tastes meringue.

"I sure do love food fights!"

Leaping onto the bar, Renegade grabs bottle after bottle of expensive liquor. Hoisting one in each hand, one opened, one sealed, Renegade takes a swig from the open bottle, then hurls the sealed bottle at the maniacally laughing Woundwort. Taking another bottle, and another drink, Renegade continues hurling bottles of priceless liquor into all corners of the bar.

"Whoops, sorry David, didn't mean to smack you in the face with that bottle. Oooo, you might wanna open that one, it looks like its a good year! Oh yeah, and remember to duck next time!!"