< techchick shoves Coldy out of the mud pit >
“Okay who’s next?”
:Silo notices long lines forming at the bathroom:
:Silo says, “funk dat” and goes out the back door and pees on the dumpster.:
:All of a sudden all these people are relieving themselves in the alley.:
Wow, does that mean you have to be naked to mud-wrestle? Cause you can’t bring pants to a knife fig…err…mud ring.
*:: Dives into mud for refuge.
Slowly emerges later, not unlike Martin Sheen in “Apocalypse Now.”
Realizes he’s invading Ang’s personal space. ::*
Oh, hi there.
Durnit, Coldie passed out!
I want my gun Back!!!
“A new victim”
< Milo pray for your soul >
hehe
How YOU doin’?
“Finder’s Keepers, Loosers Weepers”
::::thinking, damn what a cool thing, it looks like a gun but it holds liquor, whooo hoooo!:::::
:: Tries to blend in with “The Mud People” …::
< whew, techchick needs a beer >
Whoo, it’s all of a sudden a bit chilly in here.
:::notices Milo doing a very bad Sheen impression:::
Oh, stop it. I loathe Sheen.
:::thumps Milo on the head with a beer mug:::
:walks up to Sue and whispers:
“Should we go to another bar? There aren’t any easy men here tonight!”
Come and get it… and find that ice cube while your at it!! 
Fine be that way!!!
mumbles to himself, and begins to assemble the nanite discumbobulator.
It’s a sure thing I’d be here! I never miss a fight!
Globie-girl…I think Cold should be looking after that for us. Get on it Coldy!!!
:Silo sits down at the end of the bar end relaxes a little whilst sipping his beer:
…drinking his pint of white zinfandel. Suddenly a careening Coldfire, swinging wildly at the other patrons, backs into him.*
Hoye! Yer spilled moy point!
Smashes a bottle over Coldfire’s head. Unfortunately he mistakenly uses a real bottle, rather than the candy glass prop. Coldfire collapses to the floor like a sack of mashed potatoes. APB leaps up, grabs the chandelier and swings over the crowd, kicking random people in the head as he goes
“Hey Silo, get me a beer would ya? All this wrestling has me thirsty.”