backs slo-o-owly away from Askia
throws a sandwich at Regallag, smooshes a banana split on top of KCSuze
Okay, we’ll do this like men. I kick you in the nuts, then you kick me in the nuts, and so on, until somebody calls uncle… Ready?
HRRRUK!
Hey, don’t get up so fast… You win!
:: Furiously swatting away at flies with axe ::
Damn! If i only had some kind of flamable liquid… perfahps in a bottle of some kind…
Ah hah! That’s it!
:: Takes out a bottle of kerosene and a book of matches ::
Take this you chitinous bastards!
:: Fills mouth with kerosene, lights a match, and sptis firey death at the swarm of flies ::
Owned!
*pulls up chair, grabs tankard, and watches to see if it’s possible someone may come up with something he hasn’t seen or done before *
Nope, did that back in '74 against a swarm of bees.
**AvaB walks in, walks out, and regards charred sign hanging above door. **
Ah, the Drum… mended or broken, chaos reigns.
Walks back in, then creeps along wall towards bar, removing helmet, armor, assorted weapons from assorted pockets and surreptitiosly donning all (yes, one can surreptitiously don armor), then rolling self in razor wire, leaving arms free.
A Schneider Aventinus for me, please.
Settles back on stool, pint in hand.
Clunk!
Um, ignore me?
Ignore you? Okay then.
Hey, you! Yeah, you over there!
:: Runs at whoever it was, knocking over Avab’s chair in the process ::
Hey, you wanted to be ignored
Does anyone else hear a faint buzzing?
<pushes Kythereia into a wheelbarrow of pudding>
Okay. Millions of my children lie dead. I’m being ignored. I don’t want to be a fly on the wall in this fight anymore.
> Grits probiscus, strains mightily. <
“Hnnnnngggnnnn!”
> Out pops out a fly turd. <
Munches on turd. Waits.
> Returns to normal size. <
Disgusting, but effective. Hey, KCSuze! Smell my finger!
Er, no thanks. But I bet Kythereia would love to!
OK… Break it up… Return the nibbles… Under Postal Law 46 you all have ten seconds to return to your domiciles…
(unleashes cloud of locusts)
< steps out of the supermarket and wonders why the SWAT van is creeping up the street with lights off and a bunch of guys in black screaming ‘Hut’‘Hut’Hut’ are walking up behind it…that’s when I realize I forgot something in the store and head back in…quick
Heck with it. Runs out behind call911mfc and hits him from behind with a 10 lb baloney for no apparent reason.
:: Takes the 10 lb baloney and eats it to gain super powers ::
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:: Nothing happens ::
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Wait for it…
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:: Nothing continues to happen ::
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Okay, maybe eating a 10 lb baloney doesn’t give me super powers. I’ll still whoop ya, though! AAARRGGHH!
:: Goes back to fighting ::
My god you ate a 10 pound baloney. That will surely kill you.
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As he is momentarily distracted drop to 10 Ton weight on his head.
::finishes her amaretto sour and turns ever so slightly in her chair, stretches out her leg, and trips Regallag_The_Axe who goes flying and lands in Barbarian’s lap::
::smiles and orders another amaretto sour::
Barkeep, I’ll take another Bass.
Sure thing.
> Hawks a loogie into drink.<
Ahhh, don’t act like you don’t enjoy it. I’ve been spittin’ in the drinks since page three.
<picks up large, wooden, Three Stooges-type mallet>
I’m a victim of coicumstaz! NYUK-NYUK-NYUK!
< hits Askia with mallet, two handed>
Cheers **Bosda ** on. Goes behind bar and starts serving clean drinks.
bounds back into the bar and eyeballs what little fighting there still is going on. Ducking a hurled pie, she saunters over to jrfranchi and leans over the bar Do you serve cowboy cocksuckers?