Scatters roll of coins on the floor and boots Regallag in the arse as he bends down and scrabbles to pick them up. Cop a dose o’ that, yer nancy! Ba-doof!
She’ll take a [whap!] tumble on ya [whap!]
Roll you [whap!] like you were dice [whap!]
Until you [whap!] come up blue [whap!]
She’s got Bette Davis eyes
:Whips out 1920’s death ray:
YOU WANNA PIECE-AH ME?!?
<sneaks up on Stark Raven Mad and beans him/her with a folding chair>
Don’t mind if I do!
:: crashes in though window ::
:: stands up, wipes shards of movie glass from shoulders ::
Hey, Stark Raven ! You got that death ray at Wal-Mart? <THUD>
Great simulpost, KC Suze! Now that we have Stark Raven down, let’ s you, me and that folding chair do a little…
Tag Team? 
**I was born for fightin’! I’ll smash up all o’ you lot! Yeah-haha![b/]
:: throws fist out wildly, connecting with someone’s skull ::
Bash 'em up, smash 'em up! RAAAAGH!
:: jumps into the air and come crashing down on Case Sensitive ::
SMASH! STOMP! It’s brawlin’ time!
:: takes a swig from bottle of whisky then swings it around like a club ::
Yeah! Let’s go get Case Sensitivewhile he’s still busy booting Regallag in the arse.
Looks like Regallag got his second wind! I say we can take them both! <clobbers both Regallag and Case Sensitive with the Mighty Folding Chair of Swollen Pain>
Shrugs off chair clobbering with a grunt and a manly grimace. Turns to face KCSuze with a thin trickle of blood down his manly jaw, and the light of battle in his eyes. You spilled my pint! Seizes pool cue, spins it in a deadly arc and cracks it across KCSuze’s knees with a splintering thrack!
And the man at the back said, “Everyone attack!”
And it turned into a Barroom Blitz!
Barroom Blitz!
<drops to the floor> You got chocolate in my peanut butter!
<uses her position on the floor to trip Case Sensitive off his manly feet, landing him on his manly arse>
<Rises to her feet> I am woman! Hear me roar!
Frying pan to the head for Otto for getting that song in my head.
Roar this one off then! 
:: picks up KCSuze by waistband and collar, dumps her on top of lightningtool leaving them both in a tangled heap. ::
Didn’t you kill my brother? Grabs slice of lime from behind bar, squeezes it into Malacandra’s eyes. Squelch! Eeeghh! His girlish screams are soon muffled by the spittoon jammed over his head, and drowned out by the rhythmic clanging of KCSuze and lightingtool’s heads being systematically beaten against the tarnished brass. Bong! Bong! Bong!
Beat on the brat
Beat on the brat with a baseball bat
Oh yeah!
What can you do
With a girl like that?
Heh. This is fun.
<drops the gloves and pulls Case Sensitives shirt over his head>
I’m gonna whomp on you hockey style.
BORT! NEWT! MINT!
picks up Haberwolf by the scruff of his neck and back of his belt; hurls him down the bar (pint glasses go flying) and through the plate-glass window
SMASH! CRASH! BANG!
take THAT!
throws bar stool through a different plate glass window
CRUNCH! POW! SNUH!
sees approach of angry patrons whose beer was spilled by the Doper body I hurled at them
… um … oh yah? You want a piece of me too, now?
I thought this thread was about the current relative value of oral sex.
Since I’m here, what is the going rate for a blow?
:: smack ::
Ouch.
<ahab-mode>Thar she…</ahab-mode>
Nevermind…
(hides behind one of the several overturned tables, grabs popcorn. This’ll be fun to watch)
:: Grabs Regallag’s axe and proceeds to smash the table which Nature’s Call is hidden behind into smithereens ::
Come out of there you lily-livered, snivelling coward!