Are you looking at my girlfriend? Whack!
She’s my sister! My daughter! My sister! My daughter!
Throws empty pint glass at Eve. C’mon, then - who wants some?
(Picks up chair, starts swinging wildly)
Have at that, ye!
Did we get mod approval for this?
swings mace over head
But I don’t want to trade mine. I like it.
Oh yeah? So’s your old man. PUNCH.
Hey, Dark Side Of The Floyd! Your mother wears army boots! Thunk! {headbutts DSotF, spots Anastasaeon hiding under the table} Aw heck, I can’t hit a girly.
Hey, Dark Side Of The Floyd! Yer mother eats old army boots! Thunk! {headbutts DSotF, spots Anastasaeon hiding under the table} Aw heck, I can’t hit a girly. Hey Anablep - you got too many vowels in yer name!
Walks in
<.<
>.>
…walks out again
Hurls barstool at retreating Revenant Threshold’s back. Crump!
[unzips pants]
OK, you first…
or should it be…
:eek:
I’m not gonna hit ya.
I’m not gonna hit ya.
The hell I’m not.
SMACK!
“Crump”? “CRUMP”? Why do I get the lame ass sound effect? Thwack
: Breaks out mirror and rolled dollar bill. :
Oh! Er, oops.
: Chucks the mirror at RT as he walks out. :
Sorry, I’ll throw another. Ka-thoink! Ha! Got yer head!
You sayin’ I’m not a girl?SMASH.
Yes, it’s a good thing my head is made of rubber! (apperently)
is momentarily confused by what appears to be himself flying towar…oh wait, that’s a mirro-WHACK…
…Oh, bloody hell. Case, would you might stepping over here a moment? readies fist behind back
{Advances warily towards RT with a roll of coins in his hand} Yes?
:: takes out axe and swings it wildly ::
Come get some, pretty-boy!