Oh? Is that what you think?
Sorry to fight dirty, but…
::turns on sprinkler system::
Ha ha!
crawls out from under safety of pool table and looks for DarkHeart. Sees Falcon sheath her sword; lifts eyes to ceiling fan with Coldfire attached to it
Oh shit, is somebody gonna get it now.
sees Celine Dion fuming
Hey Coldfire! points at Celine She did it!
Sssshouldent ssomeone cut Cold - Cold - hick Coldfire down?? Whehhherzza ladder?
Great! You just electrocuted everyone!!
I most certainly did * not! *
How many of us were holding exposed wiring? Can I get a show of hands?
I just got everyone wet (well, I may have electrocuted ChrisP is his lightsaber’s still out–you never want to take those out in the rain).
Though I suppose you were dunked already, so a little sprinkler isn’t going to change much…wait a minute…you were wet already, and I wasn’t. Damn. Curses, foiled again! 
And stay away from me with those implements of destruction!
*looks up at dave…
Are you quite finished?
*takes out rubber- coated baton
No marks, no evidence, no prisoners!!
matt runs in, intoxicated by the smells of sweat and alcohol, goes quite mad
Winner gets a blowjob!
::Swiddles pops her head in, smells the stink of testosterone, realises someone will have to clean this mess up, and slinks slowly out of the room::
::sees Larrigan’s rubber-coated baton::
Oh, hey, I was just kidding. Pummelling people is how I express my thanks after they’ve given me directions. Honest. It’s a custom in my part of the country. I’m from New York, you know.
:: points over Larrigan’s shoulder::
Look! Halley’s Comet!
::ducks and runs::
Sigh. The men just don’t give up, do they, Sassy?
:::catches John Larrigan in mid-air:::
Hi there! Oh, I’m sorry to interrupt your flight. You were going…
:::flings John the rest of the way in to the pool table:::
…that way, correct?
Now hurry up, Dave! The wings are getting cold!
Ah, but the carrot-topped damsels are still warm, I see.
::settles in between Persephone and Sassy::
Pass the blue cheese dressing, wouldya?
Smeghead struts in, toothpick hanging menacingly from his grizzled chin.
Too much yakkin’, not enough ass-whoopin’.
Smeghead heads over to the Pit, grabs Drainthelizard’s quivering, all but lifeless body, and uses it to smack Coldfire down from the ceiling fan.
Now, then. Who wants to head next door and beat up 7 of 7?
You forgot about the jukebox! It’s still plugged in and crankin’ out Willie Nelson tunes, right?
ZAP
Whooo, there goes ChrisP!!!
[QUOTE]
*Originally posted by AudreyK *
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It’s a shame that the bolt can’t traverse space-time and just zap Celine Dion directly…
Oh, and now all the sugar cubes in my pocket have gone and melted; durn it. On the plus side, though, Audrey’s all wet 
Wow, lookie here, I can control the ZAP!!!
ZAP BUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! Take that, Myrr!!
Ouch, tha’s 'lectricity a-going through me. Owww. Knock it ofZAP
However, it’s nice to see that lovely glow that you’re emitting, it’s quite fetchinZAP
owww.
::giggles::
ZAP!
Cute the way your hair stands up, Myrr!!
Hey you kids knock of the nonsense!!!
Cute eh? Maybe in the future I should just wire myself to a 9 V battery and walk arounZAP!
Hey! That tickles! And the heart-stopping thing’s not fun either (though you’re breath-taking thing is pretty nice, I got to admit).
Glad you could stop by and light up the room with your presencZAP!
I’ll just cower in submission now…
:Pulls up in front of the bar in a big truck. Printed on the side of the truck is “Rock-n-Rolga’s Flimsy Chairs, Prop Bottles, Water Troughs, Bondage Gear, Pure Grain Alcohol, and Crisps”:
BEEP…BEEP…BEEP…BEEP…